Anne and her children

Anne lived in great poverty. Her husband had left her over 10 years ago for a younger woman, who was not even 16 and already pregnant. The court awarded him her children, Robert and Victoria, because Anne was unemployed and he had an intact family and a job. Anne saw her children at most twice a year; she could no longer afford the travel costs. The new wife had left her husband and her children, and he had been sentenced to prison. He was now a convicted sex offender and had to go to prison for many years. This court now gave Bob and Vic back to Anne, who now received so much state support that she no longer had to sell herself.

Yes, she had to sell her body for 10 years to make ends meet. Every evening she went to one of the local bars and clubs to find a paying customer to fuck. She was clean and tidy, but she was far too fat to work as a street whore. She wasn't pretty enough for a pimp to take her under his wing. The only one who didn't have to pay was her ex-husband. He usually came here to the capital from his small town. He benefited from getting a safe overnight stay for free, along with a fuck-ready ex-wife. He was a depraved individual, Anne had no doubt about that. But she was happy to let him fuck her, because he was better at it than her casual acquaintances. A few months ago he had hidden at Anne's for days until he was arrested in her apartment. That was how things stood when Anne got her children back.

Actually, she needed a bigger apartment, but that was financially not feasible, especially since she could no longer have male visitors to fuck. To be honest, that was a good thing. Bob and Vic exchanged a long look. Vic said, "Mom, I'll take the children's room." Bob added that he would sleep in her double bed. Anne would have preferred him in the children's room and Vic in the marital bed, but the children had already made their decision. So the matter was settled.

Bob was a year older than Vic. He was in the middle of puberty and ejaculated every night. He ejaculated over Anne's buttocks, who had her back to him. She breathed a sigh of relief, now she didn't have to give up masturbating before falling asleep, even though she wasn't used to masturbating on her side. Bob spread her ass cheeks to see her masturbating finger on her clit, and Anne didn't stop him and just let it happen. He knelt right behind her, pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy hole and masturbated on and on, squirting twice from behind directly onto her pussy hole. She flinched briefly both times, but she continued masturbating uninterrupted nonstop. When she sighed and gasped and whispered that she was about to cum, he pressed the tip of his cock to her pussy hole and let it slide all the way in as she trembled, shuddered and twitched in orgasm. He let the full load squirt inside. She immediately pulled his cock out, sighing and moaning. Bob waited until her orgasm subsided and turned her over. He kissed her on the lips. "You don't have to make a secret of it, Mom, Vic and I are already big enough to understand!" She kissed him again. "That's fine, dear Bob! But please don't squirt inside!" Bob nodded, unconvincingly.

Vic complained at breakfast about how badly she had slept on the broken makeshift bed and that the children's room, which had become a storage room, smelled pretty bad. She exchanged a look with Bob. He immediately said, "You can sleep with us, there's enough space!" Anne was amazed and impressed by how well her children got along. She nodded in agreement, that was the end of it. The children went to school together, they were good students and studied all afternoon.

When they had gone to bed, it was Vic who started masturbating. Bob knelt between her thighs, both masturbating at the same time. He squirted on her inner thighs and on her pussy. He squatted on his heels and watched her until she was finished. He hugged her and they kissed with a long French kiss. The mother had lightly stroked her clit, now she was lying on her back and masturbating too. Bob lay across her pussy and inserted the tip of his cock into her pussy hole. He masturbated very quickly and squirted inside. Anne reached her climax while Bob continued to masturbate fast. She gasped, "It's coming, oh my God, it's coming!" and her orgasm washed over her. Bob shot his full load into her orgasm, but Anne immediately pulled his cock out, moaning and sighing. The children watched and when she was finished, they both hugged her one after the other. Anne had still been a little unsure at first, but now she was relieved, this was a very loving situation. All three of them went into the bathroom and showered, happily splashing each other. Vic said, "Mom, you have to shave your bush, it's very unhygienic!" She got her shaving kit and Bob went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

In the evening Vic told her that her father had deflowered and fucked her against her will. They discovered that Dad kept bringing home very young girls after the terrible stepmother, who cheated on him with other men every day, had left him with her two babies. He had a penchant for deflowering and fucking young girls, very young girls, which eventually brought him before the judge. The deflowered girls slept with them afterwards and if they weren't scared or too upset, Bob was allowed to fuck them until midnight. Anne looked up. "Bob was allowed to fuck her thoroughly?" Vic nodded, "Yes, and since Dad deflowered me, he's fucked me too." Anne was quite surprised. "Brother fucks sister?" Vic and Bob smiled. "Of course not when one day she's fertile, then I fuck her in the asshole," added Bob.

In the evening, Bob pressed his cock lustfully against Anne. She grabbed his cock and did it him with her fist. But while she was masturbating herself, he would stick the tip of his cock in and squirt inside. When she came to the finale, he would push his cock deep inside and squirted deep inside. She would always pull the nasty, nasty cock out after she had her orgasm, but she didn't complain anymore. This went on for many weeks until the assfucking began.

She had bought two laptops on installments with Bob that afternoon and took her dusty one out of the cupboard. Bob was very clever and installed the three laptops. Anne had continued her education in recent years; she actually wanted to study history and had written a thesis on the French Revolution. She had been quite clever with her computer; she had worked with various translation programs since she could neither speak French nor Swedish. She had read the two pamphlets by Countess de La Motte, which the thief lady had published in London, as well as the diary of Marie Antoinette's only lover, Axel Hans von Fersen, a Swedish diplomat and spy. Anne read through what she had written a good 10 years ago.

Marie Antoinette

Marie Antoinette married the French king as a virgin. He suffered from phimosis, a degenerated foreskin, and was unable to deflower or fuck her for 7 years. She naturally had plenty of experience in rubbing cocks and rubbed the king's cock, patiently squeezing the semen out of the little hole in the side of the foreskin. Maria Theresa, her mother and the empress in Vienna, wrote her many letters about the problem. In the 7th year, the empress sent her son Joseph II to deflower, fuck and impregnate his sister. The sister became pregnant because of the intense, night-long fucking with Joseph; it was no coincidence that these ten nights were her most fertile days. Marie Antoinette screamed with joy when her brother deflowered her and she screamed half the night when he fucked her to orgasms. Her favorite maid reported this in her memoirs 40 years later. Joseph drank the French king Louis under the table, and his personal physician Dr. Eisenberg circumcised the drunken king's foreskin. The king was angry at first, but now he was finally able to deflower (!) Marie Antoinette, fuck her and impregnate her. She had 4 children, Marie Charlotte and Louis, the other two died too young. Marie Charlotte was probably the child that Marie Antoinette conceived during her very first 10-day fucking with her brother Joseph.

Marie Antoinette and Axel von Fersen made love for over 10 years. The last time they did so was on a spiral staircase in the Tuilleries, where the royal couple and their 2 children were imprisoned by the revolutionaries. That was the only time that Axel von Fersen's diary mentioned physical love with Marie Antoinette, but it was clear that they had been fucking each other for many years. The defamatory writings of the Countess de La Motte, written in English exile in London by the thief of the expensive necklace, listed dozens of the queen's other lovers, but probably none other than Axel von Fersen had actually fucked the queen. In the Bastille, the dethroned queen was regularly raped and fucked by the guards, as her daughter Marie Charlotte later wrote as an eyewitness.

Her son Louis was entrusted to a couple loyal to the king, who shamelessly abused their devotion. The 10-year-old was the rightful successor of the king, who died on the guillotine as citizen Louis Capet. The heir of the throne forced the poor shoemaker's wife to let the naughty crown prince fuck her in front of her husband. She cried and sobbed in vain, but the boy fucked her several times a day and night heartless. The naughty crown prince didn't care at all that the couple only fucked very rarely, as a form of contraception. The bad boy didn't care at all that the poor shoemaker's wife became pregnant very quickly. He fucked the poor pregnant woman probably a dozen times a day until the couple was arrested. The couple also went to the guillotine and the prince was sent back to the Bastille, where he died of pneumonia just weeks later. Only Marie Charlotte survived, she grew up in the shelter of the king's half-sister. Her teacher was the peculiar Lord of Butterill, who had deflowered her and fucked her every day for two years, but he gave her excellent lessons. She was married to the Count d'Angoulème, supposedly because she was pregnant by her teacher, according to rumors.

This was how far Anne had got with her thesis. She did the housework with ease and went back to work on her thesis. She continued researching and writing about Robespierre's and Danton's terror regime and their execution. Marat's murder by the Mademoiselle Corday, who first had him fuck her and then stabbed him to death. General Bonaparte, who took Paris from five sides and put an end to the nightmare.

Anne had masturbated Bob night after night with her fist, and now Vic asked her why she didn't let Bob fuck her? Anne threw her hands up in the air. "Mother and son! That's incest! That's forbidden, frowned upon and a grave sin!" she exclaimed, although she wasn't a believer. Vic smiled indefinably. "Letting him squirting inside while you masturbate, isn't that a bit of incest, Mom?" Anne tried to escape. "I'm lost and defenseless when I masturbate, he takes advantage of it, the little rascal!" Vic didn't give up. "But fucking in the asshole isn't forbidden!" she said and tormented Anne with it every night until Anne agreed, tortured. She had been fucked in the ass many times during her time as a whore, it was nothing new for her. She lay on her belly and spread her ass cheeks with both hands. Bob fucked her in the ass night after night. When he strayed into her pussy hole, she grunted and moaned disapprovingly, sometimes she could reprimand him, sometimes not. She scolded him, saying it was a disgrace!

Vic knew what to do. If she didn't lie on her belly but on her back and raised her legs above her head, she could see her own pussy and prevent it. "Legs above my head?" Anne asked incredulously. Vic nodded. Bob said, "When Vic was little, she could put her legs so far behind her head that she could lick her clit to orgasm herself!" Vic confirmed, "But I'm not as flexible anymore, I can't reach my clit with my tongue anymore. Ever since Dad saw me lick my clit and make myself an orgasm, he tried every day to deflower and to fuck me." Bob grinned cheekily. "You did it him instead with your fist every time and he didn't stand a chance, the child molester!"

Vic said with a sad expression on her face that after she had lost her virginity, he came to the nursery once or twice a week to fuck her in front of Bob. She hadn't had her period yet and wasn't afraid of getting pregnant. Since then she fucked Bob every day, because Bob fucked her very lovingly and not as brutally as Dad.

They had avoided talking about Dad's crimes until now. Anne said that when he came to town, once or twice a month, "he always stayed here overnight and actually fucked me really well, your father was really good at that, better than the others!" Bob and Vic were silent, they couldn't say anything against that. They wondered who the others were, because Anne hadn't told them that she had worked as a whore for the last 10 years.

Vic lifted Anne's legs up, she was too fat and too immobile to put them behind her head. Anne stared down her body. "I've never seen my clit so clearly." Vic bent Anne's legs as far apart as she could. Bob moistened his cock and penetrated her asshole and fucked her. Anne laughed, "my clit nods and nods with every thrust!" But she didn't have an orgasm from the ass fucking, Vic had to grab her clit and release her orgasm. They did the ass fucking every night now, for almost half a year. Bob, the cheeky Bob, sometimes penetrated her pussy hole and fucked her. Vic held her legs tight and they didn't listen to her protests. He fucked her very well and brought her to orgasm more and more often.

She pulled him by the ears when he had finished fucking her. "Mother and son! What did I say!?" Bob was stubborn and kept quiet. He fucked her as often as he wanted and didn't care about her scolding. Instead of fucking her in the ass, he preferred to crawl over to Vic and she let him fuck her. He said he was too old to masturbate and fuck her in the ass. He was a young man now and wanted to fuck in the right way.

What gradually changed was the ass fucking. Vic held Anne's legs up so that her pussyhole and asshole were prominently protruding. Apparently there was a secret agreement between Bob and Vic, who held Anne down quite forcefully while Bob penetrated her pussy hole. They no longer made a secret of the fact that Bob really wanted to fuck Anne in her pussy hole in this position. At first Anne had protested loudly, but no one listened to her. It was now the order of the day that Bob would literally fuck her while Vic had an iron grip on her. If Anne had not had an orgasm, Vic would grab her clit and trigger her orgasm, only then would she release her grip and release Anne.

For another six months he lay on top of Anne and penetrated her. She shook her head decisively, so he pulled out his cock and fucked Vic. Around this time Vic got her period and that changed everything. Anne hadn't had a period since her last birth, which was advantageous for her work as a prostitute. Now Anne took on her responsibilities. When Vic was on her fertile days, Anne let Bob put his cock in her and hugged him. "Come on, Bob, you can fuck me, it would be too risky for Vic!" And so a new chapter began for the three of them.

Bob and Vic were preparing for their high school exams, so Vic invited fellow girl students to study together every afternoon. Anne looked in briefly and closed the door again straight away. She brought it up at dinner. "You bring the girls here to fuck them?" Bob nodded, "Yes, all of them!" Anne shook her head disapprovingly. "And do you study too?" Vic nodded, "Before and after the fucking." Anne was somewhat reassured. "The high school exams have the priority, right?" The two nodded, "Yes, Mom, we want to go to university!" Anne nodded. "That's fine, my dears, you must have a better life than me." She didn't elaborate, she would sell her body again so they could study. She returned to the topic.

"The girls are all younger than you. Do you deflower them, Bob?" He nodded proudly. "Most of them, yes." Vic intervened. "But many have already been deflowered, Mom. Fathers, brothers and uncles are just as rotten as Dad!" They had reached a delicate point again. "Is there a fixed sentence yet, Mom?" Anne thought for a moment. "I last spoke to his lawyer the day before yesterday. He doesn't want to scare me, but he thinks that if no more girls incriminate him, Dad will probably get less than 10 years. The judge is undoubtedly neutral, but she recently said that she would give him the maximum sentence. That is 10 years. It depends on whether more victims are found." Anne was silent.

Vic asked quietly, "You still love him?" Anne nodded. "We met and fell in love shortly after my cousin had deflowered and fucked me while we were bathing in shallow water, over the course of three days he fucked me more than 20 times, the rascal. Dad wasn't sure whether he had deflowered me, that was more important to him than anything else at the time. I lied to him and said yes, he had deflowered me. So our relationship began with a lie on my part." Anne lowered her gaze. "Maybe that's why I didn't slap him on the wrist and let him get away with everything."

Vic and Bob exchanged a long look, but neither made a comment. Bob sighed. "Dad will miss our high school graduation, maybe even our university graduation." Vic looked piercingly at Bob. "No, I won't visit him in prison, forget it! My final word!" The air was so thick it could cut my throat. "I will visit him every few months, alone if necessary! My final word!" Bob said. Anne was surprised that the two reacted differently, otherwise they were of the same opinion like identical twins.

Anne straightened her shoulders. "I'm going to visit him, I'll bring him a food package, cigarettes and a little change. But I won't let him fuck me anymore, I'm his divorcee and technically not entitled to it. No, no fucking, my dear ex-husband!" Her look was wild and sexually desirous at the same time. "His wife hasn't been in the courtroom once, I'm curious to see if she'll visit him in prison and fuck him, she'd be the only one entitled to it. But I think she'll get a divorce the moment he goes to prison, that's a legitimate reason for divorce."

Anne was now 36 and just as pretty as before, except for a dozen kilos less. She only cooked healthy food for the children and lost over 12 kilos that year. She went to every court session. Dad got 10 years as feared, and he couldn't apply for release for at least 8 years. She hugged him, crying, and kissed him on the lips as he was led away. Vic and Bob passed their high school exams and they didn't want to celebrate without their Dad. Anne had taken out a loan and they both enrolled at university, they wanted to study law. She would pay off the loan in no time.

Vic had thought about it, because she didn't think about herself as much as Bob did. At dinner she asked how Anne would manage it all financially. "I took out a loan, Vic!" she replied, "at my bank, not privately with a loan shark, so don't worry!" She wanted to drop the subject, but Vic was relentless and kept asking, again and again. Anne was surrounded, saw no way to escape.

Anne had to tell the children. Bob had become aware when Vic really interrogated the mother. There was something going on, he sensed it, as did Vic. "In order to get by in the last 10 years, because Dad didn't pay any support, I had to sell my body and I have to do it now again." It sounded so simple and had been easier than she had feared for the past year. Vic and Bob exchanged a long look. Vic now wanted to know exactly.

Anne had to tell everything, how she fished for men in bars and clubs. That was relatively easy, even though she was quite overweight back then, but not anymore. No, she didn't have and didn't need a pimp. Yes, she had brought the customers here to the apartment, now she had rented a room from an acquaintance, it was not expensive. And the two of them could heat up their dinner, cook for themselves or eat cold. Vic did not want to study like that. She could go and waitress and Bob could too. But Anne would not hear of it. She would do it, she said with determination. If they wanted to waitress, then so be it. But she would not be persuaded to change her mind.

The mood was at rock bottom the next day. Anne packed a food parcel and visited Dad in prison. She came home late in the evening, but cooked a hot meal. The mood was still unbearable. She brought greetings from Dad and started laughing. Vic and Bob just exchanged a look, then Bob asked what was so funny. "That the guards left me alone with Dad for almost three hours! Of course we fucked as if we were saying goodbye forever!"

Bob was taken aback. "So much for 'but I won't let myself be fucked!' Have you lost all your pride!?" Anne became serious. "I'm a whore, I've always been a whore!" She added, "maybe the only whore in the whole damn city who studies history!" Vic and Bob said nothing more. But when they went to bed that evening, Vic hugged her mother and kissed her on the lips. "Despite everything, I'm proud of my whore mother!" Anne cried a little, but with happiness. Bob couldn't help but joke. "Mom, I have to put it on credit because I'm totally broke!" Anne laughed again and gave him a light slap. The bad mood had vanished, Bob was fucking Anne on credit. All three of them were grinning.

The very next day, Anne was on the phone with her former customers and went to earn money. Vic looked dissatisfied, but she said nothing. The two of them studied very hard and made good progress. When they took a break, they watched TV. Bob, the skilled tinkerer, had manipulated and hacked their TV receiver so that they could watch several porn channels for free. Vic snuggled up to him and dozed because she didn't think much of porn. He called the station because he had discovered a major mistake in a popular show. The contacts went so far that he was invited to appear in a popular show. It was one of the few days he skipped college.

He was overwhelmed by the many impressions; he had never seen a television production being filmed before. He had learned his lines by heart, and they were shown on the teleprompter for safety's sake. It was exciting to sit naked in the studio. The diva was also naked except for a so-called cache-sexe that was stuck to her pussy. For whatever reason, the cache-sexe came off when the diva sat on his thighs. Someone placed a cloth so that their genitals were covered. No one had told him that the actors were not allowed to penetrate. The diva twitched her eyebrows briefly as Bob penetrated her pussy. "Fine by me," said the diva, shrugging her shoulders, "but don't squirt inside, you understand, don't squirt inside!" Bob nodded, then the camera rolled. It took almost three hours to film the five-minute clip. The diva rolled her eyes as he squirted inside. But she was not innocent, she fidgeted back and forth when the director stopped the recording and gave his instructions. They had to repeat French kissing a thousand times for the cameras, Bob had to caress the diva's beautiful silicone breasts and lick her nipples, over and over again. He had to squirt four times in total, the diva rolled her eyes briefly and had to put on a brave face. He had to acknowledge that the conceited, haughty diva neither greeted him nor had a conversation with him.

Three other channels jumped on the train after the first broadcast. They wanted to repeat the show with humor, a popular comedian and two sexy presenters hosted the short clip. The same diva and Bob were engaged to perform the next three film sessions. These channels were intended for an adult audience, so they left out the cloth and the cache-sexe. They shot close-ups as Bob penetrated the diva's pussy, each shot was repeated three or four times, the diva had to present her best smile as Bob penetrated slowly three or four times her pussy. The diva had to move a little more and Bob squirted three or four times inside. The comedian and presenters were only edited in later. Bob found out that the diva usually only filmed with professional studs and was not very happy about posing in front of the camera with an inexperienced guy like him, where he couldn't control himself and cheekily squirted into her pussy without actually fucking her.

Later, after the first film session, he asked her if he could fuck her in the right way now in the dressing room. She looked around, but there were only a few girls there. She nodded half-heartedly and let him fuck her without saying a single word, twice in a row, with a cigarette break. She allowed him to do this after the first filmsession; she didn't care at all that he shot his full load inside her and she triggered her orgasm always only with her finger. He pocketed the high fee and was sure that this was not a career for him.

Bob was annoyed that the diva was so aloof. Immediately after their first fuck in the dressing room, he asked if he could accompany her home. To his great surprise, she said yes. He watched her get dressed. She put a shiny silver ass-plug in her ass and a small pink vibrator in her pussy, then her panties. "It gives me a nice, swinging gait," she smiled. Smiling, she hung onto his arm and let him accompany her to her luxury apartment in the city center. She asked him to come in, this was her workplace. "Michelle," she introduced herself and shook his hand. "Robert," he said, "Bob!" She smiled. "Michelle is a stage name," she smiled back, "It says Theresia on my birth certificate." She poured two whiskeys, he just sipped and said he didn't drink alcohol. She smiled friendly, that's smart. He added that he was 22 years old and studying law. "I'm 31, a very expensive high-class whore, a model and sometimes I do porn films. But you don't have to pay anything, or let's say a fiver, because I never do it for free. You fuck pretty well, I saw that today. Better than some stallions with a large cock. Size alone isn't enough." He put a fiver on the table and went to bed with Michelle. They fucked again, full of passion. She said she never had an orgasm when she was fucked. If the fucking was good and it excited her, she triggered the orgasm with her finger. He was allowed to fuck her every day for six weeks at the same time for a fiver. When the film sessions were over, she went away for two months. But after that he sometimes came to Michelle. Vic laughed. "Ultimately, you pay the whore with whore money that Mom earns!"

Vic also had her experience with the porn industry. A female scout recruited her, the curiosity about the experience and the high fee were tempting. She consulted with Bob for quite a long time, then she agreed. Like Bob, she was very impressed by the studio. She found it difficult to fuck according to the director's instructions. She had only agreed to be fucked from the front or in the doggy position, nothing else. She didn't want to be fucked in the ass, masturbate or fuck two men at the same time. She remained stubborn. That day she was fucked first by two white men and then by four black men, all 6 of them individually, one after the other. She didn't have an orgasm with the white men, but she did with every black men. When she came home that evening, exhausted and dead tired from so many orgasms, she was very sure that she would never repeat the experiment again. Anne, who only found out about it that evening, took her gently in her arms. "You have to be born a whore, my poor child! I was already a whore long before I met Daddy!" she said cryptically.

Anne prostituted from noon to night and was debt-free after just a few weeks. She saved every penny and lived very modestly because she knew she would never be a luxury prostitute. She had a fairly large customer base and was happy with that. Then Dirk entered her one-room brothel.

Dirk, a 22-year-old boy, paid her, but at first he didn't dare to fuck. Anne knew from the first second that he was special. He was the only son of a businessman and would take over the business from his father in a year at the latest, who was already looking forward to retirement. His mother was only 10 years younger than his father, but she was already over 60 too. They talked for an hour without fucking and as he left he asked if he could come the same time tomorrow.

Anne knew from the first second that he was the right one for her, her man for life.

It took Dirk a long time to admit that he had only fucked one older woman so far. It took him even longer to confess to Anne that it was his mother he had had to fuck every day for the last 10 years. It wasn't his idea, she wanted to fuck him whether he wanted to or not. She had let him fuck her when he was 12 and had taught him how to fuck from day one. Of course he got immense sexual pleasure from fucking and squirting inside, he freely admitted that. Anne nodded, what young boy would refuse to fuck every day? When his mother's girlfriends came sometimes to make lesbian love with his mother, he refused to fuck the girlfriends. Just from watching and touching her pussy and her clit, his cock got rock hard and dripping, they agreed to him spreading her ass cheeks and pussy hole and squirting up close or penetrating her to squirt inside.

She gave him a long time before they fucked. He was a completely normal, good fucker, his cock was normal and nothing out of the ordinary. But she didn't want anything more, their relationship came from the heart, from mutual appreciation and respect for each other. Dirk didn't take offense at the fact that she was a whore. He paid every time, even though he was the only one who visited her every day, fucked her and talked to her at length about everything. He had taken over the business in the meantime, but he came to Anne every day, regardless of whether his business ran well without those two hours or not. Dirk let Anne accompany him and advise him when he bought a four-room apartment in the city center. "There are four of us, us and your two children," he said lightly, not wanting to discuss it. He came to eat every Sunday lunchtime and got on well with Bob and Vic, he was only a few years older than them.

After two years, Dirk proposed to her. Anne slowly phased out her one-room brothel business. They moved into the large apartment in the city center that Anne and Vic had furnished together. Anne no longer visited her ex in prison, she sent him a food package and a carton of cigarettes every two months with a courier service. That was the end of her life up to that point. She never fucked her ex again, she gave up her prostitution business completely.

Then Dirk and Anne, who was a good 15 years older than him, got married.

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