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The Lioness of Leather

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The Lioness of Leather


Part 1: Being and nothingness in Boston

As far back as I can remember, I have been called smart and intelligent. Reading was a thing I started as a four year old toddler and since then it has been easy. There were years, though, that I spent on other things: getting high and being somewhere else instead of my own mind. I was lucky for being born to the Scandinavian system where it is totally possible to be poor and unprivileged but still get a chance on the old university in your thirties. This is what I did.

One of the difficulties I’ve always had is that sex hasn’t been easy. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had great sexual moments since I was just a little boy. But when it comes to having them with another person, that’s a whole different kind of story. After hitting twenty I became an interesting person and had the joy of finding a few likeminded souls to form meaningful relationships. I even had the courage to expose my interest in leather gloves to my significant others. It made me feel really good to understand that everyone has their own unique sexuality and that the things I like are not really freakish if you compare.

The thing is, all of these absolutely gorgeous women did their things just to reciprocate. They weren’t really into wearing leather gloves during sex because it’s hotter than anything imaginable. It was a way of getting me excited and usually happened only when I asked something like: “Please could you wear leather gloves and jerk me off?” Of course it was freaking awesome to get leather gloved blowjobs and sometimes even get my loved one to wear them publicly. But I always wanted more than I could ask for. I wanted to be surprised, to lose control completely. To be sucked into a dream like the ones I experienced after vaporizing a full base of the strongest herbs. And this is what happened when I decided to spend the fall semester of exchange studies in Boston, Massachusetts.

Fall had just started to kick in when I arrived there. The smell of ripening apples and moisture in the air made me feel like being in another climate. Back home winds from the arctic had started the cold season a few weeks ago. I even had seen a few leather gloved girls on the bus to airport. This blonde girl was the best of them. Sitting next to me she was chewing bubblegum and moving her sweet lips as she repeated the following movements: Taking her short (probably H&M) leather gloves with golden zipper off, taking her smartphone out, checking it, putting it away, slowly putting the gloves back on and rubbing them together as the doors opened and closed all the time exposing us to the cold air. I was hard as a rock just watching that. Without sex or masturbation for 10 days was a challenge for me but I felt like I wanted to be pure when landing to the great land of liberty.
First days were the same as always when arriving to a new city: find your necessary things and places where you get them. For me, after checking in to my small but cozy one room apartment, the next was getting some quality weed. The state of Massachusetts had already legalized cannabis fully but the law had not been implemented yet. There was a legal loophole though. Even without license to sell you could give some cannabis flower as a gift to anyone. That led craigslist being full of ads dealing different size plastic bags that could be made full of “gifts”. I took a number from an ad promising “top-rated original sativa guaranteed to make your day”. Guy sounding like an Asian-American answered and told me to meet him at a local park in an hour.

The park was filled with all kinds of people: Skaters doing their tricks with drinks on brown paper bags, families walking slowly trying to keep the running children at a short distance, runners and joggers in colorful attire, everyone just enjoying the beautiful autumn day. On one corner I saw Thu. He was sitting alone at a bench looking at nowhere through his sunglasses. He sported a leather jacket in spite of the 20 degrees Celsius that made me wear just shorts and a t-shirt.

I considered Thu being somewhere in his mid-twenties. He seemed kind and reasonable as we started talking, after I have smelled and looked into the bud and found it proper. He told me about his problems living in between two cultures. Much was expected of him but competing in American capitalism wasn’t that easy, especially if your only parent comes from a completely different kind of world. Thu seemed to be happy that he found an understandable companion from a regular buyer. I’ve always been good at listening people and talking about their business. A lot of the talk was about his family and I learned that he had two younger sisters. Other one had just turned 18 while the older was just a few years younger than he was. To my surprise the girls were just about to meet him in the park and he wanted to introduce me to them.

During our conversation my lungs were filled with sweet cannabinoids. Being on the road and settling into a new country I had to stay sober for days so the weed kicked stronger than normally. That together with the already-two-week celibacy made all the oxygen leave my body and blood gather to specific area of it when I saw those girls walk towards us. Sun was glistening and glowing in the clothes they were wearing. Both had almost identical black motorcycle-style leather jackets, and presumably the older one was wearing shiny leather-look jeans, as the younger had tight black jeans. Their faces were exceptionally beautiful with big dark eyes, the older girl had a nice shorter fringe haircut while her little sister had longer silky hair colored brown. I was completely speechless as they gave their small hands to me and said their names which I forgot instantly just concentrating on feeling the softness of those pretty hands and smelling their girlish scents.

They talked Vietnamese together and clearly had some kind of important issue, or was it just the way that language sounded? They stopped and turned towards me so I had to get my shit together and tell them about myself.

– Wow, Finland sounds like an awesome place. I wish we could move there someday. Is it easy to migrate there?

– Well I guess that depends where you’re from and how much money you got. Getting married to a Finn is probably the easiest option. What’s wrong with living in Boston?

– The immigration policies are changing in Trump era. They might even send the whole family back to Vietnam even though we’ve been here since childhood. I’m the only one with citizenship because I was born here but these two are in danger. Especially Thu if he gets accused of selling weed.

The youngest one of the family shared his older brother’s intelligence which made me feel great in their company. Her sister seemed shyer and just listened and watched the three of us conserving about politics and the differences of countries and cultures. Every time her eyes met mine I felt little uneasy but completely mesmerized by them. At times I even forgot to look at her amazing body wrapped in tight shiny apparel.

Then suddenly the girls had to leave and I watched them leaving feeling sad, excited and lonely. Thu was also going to make his next delivery so we parted ways. I promised to use his services again very soon and told him I really enjoyed the conversation and meeting his sisters. Back at the apartment I jerked myself to sleep just thinking about coming on the leather jackets and pants of the sisters I had met. Sleep caught me quickly as always when I had strong weed to steam.

The next morning I woke up with a boner and the same sadness that had existed in me after seeing those girls leave. I had felt like this before. When I was a teenager I had this friend whose father was Japanese. She was my first true love but when I finally told her about it she said she only saw me as a good friend or like a brother. Years I felt like she was the only girl for me, listening to love songs and imagining her by my side hugging and kissing. The only time I saw her wearing leather gloves was when we were around 18. She had this boyfriend and I got a ride from them to another city and back after the weekend. During both car-rides I saw her putting on those tight brown leather gloves in awe. It was quite cold in the car so she had to take them off and put them back on multiple times. I just wanted to look and touch the gloves but I couldn’t because I was afraid she would think I’m a freak. Then after our return I went to her house and saw the gloves lying around on a bench. I gathered all my braveness and carefully said “I’m going to the bathroom” and at the same time made sure that her mother wasn’t watching, took the gloves from the hallway while locking myself in the bathroom which was close by. I had done the same thing with some of my friend’s mother’s gloves when I was younger. Holding the gloves nervously I tried to put them on but found out that they were so small that I couldn’t fit them. This discovery made me more excited, the sizing and the smallness became an interesting factor after that. I smelled and felt the gloves against my skin and eventually wrapped them around my cock. A few wanks later I came with a force.

I’m guessing my “yellow fever” comes from these important experiences. It may sound a bit racist but I can’t help the fact that I find Asian women in general more attractive. I also like short and petite –type girls which is how most Asians are built. I’ve never seen my friend with leather gloves after that, neither have I ever been with an Asian girl.
Going through this unable to do any of the things I should have been doing before start of the semester and my exchange studies I considered to try escort services for the first time in my life. I found a site where an agency promoted their girls and dreamed to give them some nice gloves from my collection. Still, I couldn’t do it. To pay 200 dollars for an hour with some girl to make her wear gloves just seemed like a really stupid idea. This was not something I truly wanted because I knew that it would leave me feeling guilty and sad. Just to think about someone who is forced by economical pressure to have sex with strangers was enough to bring this sadness in to me. Homesickness took me over and the next couple of days I stayed inside watching Netflix and getting high from the morning.

Part 2: Surprises of life

October was halfway and the studies had took most of my time. Occasionally I had met a nice girl in campus. It was filled of pretty women all around the globe so I took the opportunity to admire the way they dressed and cared for themselves. After my meeting with the sisters the interest for dating had pretty much faded, I enjoyed the company of intelligent and terrific women but that was it. As the nights with schoolmates ended I tended to go straight to my little box and sleep it off. I had been using Thu as my official contact for weed and when I went to meet him again he asked if I wanted to go out to party with him. He had some prime MDMA -crystals and a party in mind. It sounded like fun time so I took his offer.

Outside the club space the loving feeling started to kick in. Everything was nice and lovely including myself and the people around. My big pupils found a target for them. There was this Asian girl with leather gloves in her hand. They were quite long and she was dressed in sexy attire: knee high leather boots, miniskirt and a brown trench coat she kept open. I was looking at her while chewing gum and tried to use my mind control powers to make her put the gloves on in front of me, and it worked! Slowly she took one of the gloves, straightened it and proceeded to put it on. It was long, lean and tight and she made sure to get all the fingers on to the back end. Same thing happened with the other one. The whole thing must have taken a few minutes and I had totally forgotten about my cigarette-smoking friend who was standing next to me. He had seen my fixation to that girl and her putting-on-scene.

– You have the hots for her or what bro?

– Amm… yeah she looks pretty nice indeed.

– Well what do you like in HER? I thought you would be likin’ those blond beauties that come from your part of the world?

As the MDMA had took my inhibitions away and Thu felt like the best guy I had ever met I didn’t even think about anything and started to tell him things I had told only like one or two people in my whole life.

– Actually to be honest I really like Asian girls and why I goggled her that much was because of those long tight leather gloves she put on. I love fashionable, tight leather on pretty petite girls, especially gloves is like a real fetish to me.

– Wow bro, that’s an unexpected revelation. Well I’m Asian and I love blonde girls with big tits so I guess were both longing for something opposite. Everyone has their personal view, never heard of that one before though.

– Yeah I guess I wouldn’t have talked about that sober, but whatever, lets hit the club, she’s getting in!

Inside I forgot about the whole thing, danced and talked with literally everyone, including the hot girl I had seen. She wasn’t very responsive, I think she just saw me as another drug-infused European blasting it off in her hometown. As all these kind of nights it ended too soon. We proceeded to my place with Thu and I played him some of the music I made from my computer. We talked about all kinds of things, it was a bonding night to us for sure.

Next days I was bored again. The undesirable effect of serotonin-enhancing drugs is that a few days you can expect lower concentration of the feel-good-juices in your brain. Which is not that nice. Then in Wednesday when I had started to recover fully from the weekend I got a message on Facebook that made my day. At first I thought it was another fake-slut profile trying to start spying on me but Chau was indeed the sister of Thu, the older one I had seen in the park. In the message she was asking me out to meet for a cup of coffee.
I was there at least 15 minutes before the scheduled time because I sure didn’t want to be late. The temperature was around 10 degrees Celsius and the sun was shining. What made the sunshine enter my body was the girl that I saw walking towards the outside terrace of the coffee house I was sitting at.

Chau wore the same leather jacket as the first I had met her. It was a motorcycle-style short PU-leather jacket that so many young ladies wear these days. Boy it looked good on her! Everything about her was just so perfect, even from a distance. Her tight black jeans and the black leather jacket really flattered her body. Chau was about 160 cm short and couldn’t weigh more than 50 kg. Every part of her was quite small but she still had some curves on the right places. What really caught my attention was that I saw her wearing black leather gloves with all that. Sadly she took them off but I had the chance to get a glimpse of them glistening on the afternoon sun. They seemed to be silk lined and fitted perfectly on her little hands. She put the gloves on the table in front of us taking time to adjust them not to leave no wrinkles. I found it fascinating that she seemed to care about them and had started to wear gloves even though it was warm enough not to. Her hand felt warm and soft like silk as she offered it to me.

We talked for at least a few hours. She was really intelligent and funny, I had the time of my life. Sometimes I just listened and we had this long silence, I looked at the gloves in front of us on the table, then her hands and her beautiful dark brown eyes. She told a lot about her family. Their father was Japanese, that’s why the girls had so pale skin for a Vietnamese. He had been in Vietnam on business after the war but left soon after they had moved to Boston and their youngest daughter Thien had been born. He had found an American blonde wife and moved to some southern state keeping no contact with his previous family. She wasn’t that bitter though and said that her family was best she could ever imagine and that they loved each other more than anything else.

I just had to tell her right away that I like her a lot. It just seemed so obvious from the way I looked at her and smiled. She told me as swiftly that the feeling is mutual which made me shiver. It was just too good to be true. After that she took one glove from the table and started putting it on slowly. She adjusted every finger carefully and stylishly, it took literally a minute for her to get both gloves on. I was trembling but again, I had to tell her that “wow, those gloves really look great on you”. She showed the gloves from every angle and encouraged me to “feel how soft they are”. I felt lightheaded from that point on. I took her gloved hand as we walked together towards the bus heading to my place. It felt so small and fragile in my hand and the soft supple leather was almost too much to bare.

I had been hard all the way from the coffee shop so when we finally arrived to my small apartment I took her small and pretty fringe-haircut face to my hands and kissed her sweet soft pink lips. The kisses went everywhere and before I knew it I was sucking one of her leather fingers. Then she pushed me to sit down on my armchair as we took all my clothes off together. My rigid cock jumped out and I could see that she liked it when her big dark brown eyes widened.

– It’s so big and perfect! I want to give you a handjob with my leather gloves… I’m going to make you cum like nobody else

She began lightly brushing her gloved hands all over my body. The combination of leather jacket and gloves was driving me nuts. She laughed as my cock was bouncing up and down like it was dancing for the sweet music of leather brushing on my naked skin. Finally she cupped my balls on her left hand and started touching on the most sensitive parts of my manhood. She was constantly looking at me with her brown eyes while little by little tightening her grip. Then her pink tongue came out licking the swollen head of my circumcised 20 cm long penis.

– Do you like when I jerk you off with my black leather gloves? Do you love your little Asian leather girl? Your cock is so beautiful, I want to play with it and suck it….

– Oh you’re the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life, please continue I love it…

She took it on both of her hands, tugged the cock more forcefully while keeping her tongue dancing on the head at the same time, rubbed the cock on her leather jacket and maintained eye contact while doing it.

– I want you to come all over me, do you want to come on my jacket or my face? Or my beautiful leather gloves? You have to choose?

– I’m going to come on all of those pretty soon…

She changed the pace by stroking the sensitive upper part of my cock and suddenly altering, touching only the underside and repeating these movements while occasionally bringing her tongue out to lick it like a lollipop, soon I was ready and told her that. She began sucking on her right index finger and guided the cum all over her. It came like a firehose spreading my seeds everywhere. I was totally in another universe just floating in pleasure. Then I snapped out of it smiling and got some paper to clean her clothes and face.
Soon I took her tight jeans off and licked her panties which I found out to be very wet. I pulled them down and found her small pink pussy with just a little black hair growing around it. It was exciting and I took my time to slowly but firmly start sucking on her lovely cunt. She made a lot of high pitch sounds seeming to enjoy my work. Suddenly she started shivering and put her tiny leather clad fingers inside as I sucked her clit. It was the first time I had seen anyone squirting! She was vibrating and her juices splashed all over my face.

– It seems like we’re even!

– Oh god that was awesome, you really know you’re way around there.

To my surprise she had another pair of gloves in her bag. We were both naked getting ready to hit the shower. I admired her body, it was more than perfect. Round ass, thin waist, nice tits and flawless skin, quite skinny but still a little plump on right places. The gloves were some kind of black household gloves, and they looked great on her, even though I never really was into these type of gloves. She took a sponge and began washing me carefully spreading soap all over my body. It felt great and soon I was hard again. I did the same thing to her which gave me time to get to know her body a little bit better. After I was done with her back and ass I slipped my hard cock inside her. She was wild like a tiger, I really had to hold on tightly as I pressed in and out. Eventually I pulled my dick out of her and came firmly on her pretty little ass. After drying up it was time for steaming weed, Netflix & chill.

– How did you know that I like gloves?

– Well let’s say that the little birds told me…

It had to be Thu who was responsible of this, because he was the only one in the whole Americas who knew about my fetish. Why had he told this stuff to his sister? It all seemed too much so I just enjoyed my time with her and forgot all about these questions.

Part 3: The Family

I was in Love. No question about it. As always being in love came with a worrying feeling: what if she doesn’t love me back or something bad happens? There were signs to be worried about, it took a long time for Chau to answer my messages and she seemed to have some problems that made her sad. I tried to confront her about it but she gave me the silent treatment. Even Thu seemed a little under the weather and just told me he was happy that we liked each other but that he was too busy with issues regarding the family.
I couldn’t give up hope to make this thing work, so I just kept messaging her even though it kind of felt like harassing at some point. Eventually I got an invitation to go for a dinner with the whole family. I dressed for the occasion and made sure that I was sober to give good impression. Thu was the first one to greet me when he opened the door of their modest apartment. He welcomed me to their house and told me that the food was ready on the table. Thu introduced me to their mother, who apparently was responsible of the beauty of her daughters. Even in her 40’s she looked like a film star and knew how to dress up. She had tight black dress and I couldn’t but to admire her slim stomach and curvy waistline. On top of that she wore knee high black leather boots and different pieces of jewellery. We shook hands and hers was still very young looking and soft-skinned. She guided me to the living room where the dinner was set up.

Chau and her sister Thien appeared to the table with us. They both looked beautiful as ever. Chau was sporting her tight fake-leather jeans (which she had when we first met at the park) with a white silk blouse. She had a bit more make up then previous times. We hugged for a long time and I felt completely turned on from her looks and pheromones. Her sister Thien had more of a Lolita-style look. Her dark brown –colored hair was curled up a little bit and she had a pink shirt on. She also wore light-blue denim shorts and white socks that came up over the knee. She greeted me a bit shyly like a character that she presented herself as.

I love Asian food, the cooking was great and the mother seemed genuinely happy that I liked it. When the dessert was served the normal chit-chat changed as I could see everyone getting serious.

– The truth is we are in a lot of trouble. We are not getting enough money with the girls still studying and Thu struggling to find proper work. With the new administration and that evil Mr. Trump we are dealing with a real risk of being deported. There is absolutely nothing for us in Vietnam, especially the children are grown to be western people. How can they make a future in Vietnam where they have only visited a few times? I haven’t had courage to even think about getting out of the country after the election. I believe that they would deny re-entry.

– I’m so sorry. You all really seem like a devoted family and it is totally unfair to deport you after all these years. Are you sure there is nothing you can do?

– We’ve tried everything but we all are running out of ideas.

This really hit me bad as I realized the whole situation. I was the privileged one even though they had been in the country for a lifetime. Only difference that mattered was that they were originally from a poor country. Me, a Scandinavian white boy could just go anywhere and make a life. There had to be a solution. I just didn’t know yet what it was but truly I had to find out.

After contemplating the whole thing we changed to lighter conversations about the differences of American, Scandinavian and Vietnamese lifestyles and philosophies. We had some drinks and Thu asked me to try his new vaporizer which nobody else seemed to mind so soon I was nicely stoned sitting on the sofa with a smile on my face. Suddenly, after talking Vietnamese language for a while, they explained that there was an urgent errand needed to be dealt with so I had to stay in the house alone with Thien for a while. It would only take an hour or so. I said no problem and off they went.

Thien wanted to show her room and the things she was into. Japanese culture like manga and anime were her most devoted hobbies at the time. She said she loved to dress up different ways and that her outfit had some Lolita/cosplay influences. I felt the presence of this tiny girl, without her curvy ass and tits that her bra lifted upper you could have thought of her as even younger than she was. All I knew was that I liked her a lot.

– I left one part out though. I wanted to show you when I put them on. They are brand new Italian gloves which I ordered online. I think that the tan color really matches my outfit perfectly. They are 8-button, which means almost to my elbow, they even made a special size to me, 5.5 to ensure a perfect tight fit.

I had succeeded to suppress my urges towards Thien with pure willpower only, knowing that it could ruin the slim chances I had with Chau. When she took those beautiful new long leather gloves and proceeded to slowly put them on, there was nothing more but sexual excitement left of what constituted “me”. The gloves were tight and shone perfectly leaving small ripples on the parts that her hand was just too tiny to form the glove completely. She wanted me to feel the glove in her hand but I resisted. For a long time we just sat there and looked at each other, at times I touched her glove or smelled her hair but soon it was too much. I couldn’t breathe without kissing and hugging her and slowly touching her beautiful gloved hands.

– I want you so bad Thien but I really like, hell I think I am in love with your sister and I don’t want to ruin it!

– That’s great! I love my sister also, more than anything else and I know everything that she ever thinks about. The feeling is mutual and she knows what we are doing right now.

I wouldn’t understand how that could be but I wanted to believe so badly that this was true because I was at the height of sexual waves splashing over me. I was drooling and my heart was beating. I jumped out of my clothes and Thien begun caressing me gently all over. Her brown silky hair brushed me along with those new soft unlined leather gloves. She let me inhale the scent of both of her gloves clamping my mouth and nose with them. My cock was swollen and rock hard when she finally touched the tip with her right gloved hand. She giggled shyly and studied my penis like a foreign object.

– It’s pretty! What would you like me to do with it? It looks so good with my gloves on it. Maybe I should also taste it just a little bit…

– Yes… please do… just touch it gently and lick it like an ice-cream...

She did as asked and eventually after a long time of playing, kissing and sucking of leather fingers proceeded to put the whole top of my cock in her sweet mouth. This Lolita with perfect lipstick placed her small, soft, leather gloved hands on my chest and gave a truly inspirational blowjob. The cum was building inside me but suddenly all the action stopped and door opened. It was Chau who entered the room with a smile on her face. She wore the same outfit but on her hand were long black and shiny leather gloves. She started putting them on slowly and they reached all the way up to her elbows. Combined with a white silky shirt and extremely tight fake-leather jeans made her look like the Asian goddess she was.

– I know you must be thinking what a hell is going on but I love you baby and I love my little sister. So just enjoy and everything will clear out soon.
And boy did I enjoy when she took control of my cock and Thien took her pants off and brought her tiny shaved pussy towards my face. Chau was now holding my cock up with both of her sweet gloved hands and licked with her tongue starting near my asshole, making her way up to the head of my penis. This wet young girl pussy tasted like heaven, I tried my best to show all my techniques and soon she was screaming in pleasure. After that she climbed on top of me and started slowly inserting my cock in. Chau came close to my face and rubbed her shiny ass and gloves on it and kissed me for a long time. When Thien had enough, Chau also undressed and jumped on. For some reason I felt like a superman and didn’t come.

Then the door opened again, this time it was their Mother. With the black dress and leather boots she had put on real red opera leather gloves which came up to her shoulder. She looked fantastic.

– I would like to join if that’s ok?

Now I had three gorgeus ladies touching me with their gloves and sweet lips. Chau and Thien worked my manhood together, changing with tugging, licking and sucking. The mother began licking and bringing her gloves near my asshole. She slided her tongue in and soon it was time for the leather finger to get inside. It was the first time nobody had done this to me. All this took me to the pleasure I had been searching for all my life. It was an outer body experience as the excitement grew in to a fantastic dream where there was nothing else but releasing which had to come soon. The moment came and I swear some the sperm flew to the roof as it splashed everywhere. Then I was on the bed with three perfect women.


Part 4: Prologue

A new and beautiful fall had arrived again, this year it was Copenhagen that I had chosen to spend it. The weather had started to get colder after the mild Danish summer, so it was time to acquire some new clothes to welcome the season. Chau, Thien and the Mother-in-Law needed some new leather items so there they were. Chau was pushing our baby carriage wearing black knee-high leather boots, white jeans, short leather jacket and new silk lined gloves that disappeared under her jacket. I was holding hands with Thien and their Mother who both had cashmere lined new brown leather gloves that we had bought earlier.

After our session in Boston had ended and we had taken a shower, we slept together in their bed. Before falling to sleep, they had explained everything to me. When Thu had found out about my glove-fetish and admiration to Asian women, he had broken into my computer and looked deep into my sexual fantasies. With that information, they had made a plan together to make me an offer I couldn’t refuse. By marrying Chau and making sure that they would get to the European Union and eventually becoming citizens, they could live a western life together as a family. Without even thinking about it I had said YES. That was because they were right, this was something I couldn’t say no to. Later we found out that Chau had become pregnant that day after we had celebrated our new life with a foursome. After I had made my legal tricks to get them all to stay with me in Europe, our baby girl Ly was born. She was the true lioness that we were determined to make a better life for. The Mother and Thien (and Chau of course) said they never wanted to have another man, the family was everything to them and I was now the man of it with Thu as my brother in arms. This was not just a family, I had found my ancient herd.
We came to our new suburban home and it wasn’t long until Ly was asleep and it was time to see how my cock would react to the stuff we had acquired.

THE END
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