Chapter 3
Cam went back to Attis’s house, and saw his brother’s colorful VW parked out front. He braced himself for his brother's reaction to his presence, and wasn’t surprised when a small, bouncy hurricane fell on him with glee when he walked through the front door. “Cam!” Attis squealed, hugging him tightly. “I’m so glad that you’re here!”
“I’m glad to be here, Attis,” he said into his brother’s ear as he returned the hug.
Attis pulled away at last. His big hazel eyes searched his brother's face anxiously. “Have you seen Victor yet?” he asked.
Cam smiled widely. “Yeah, I did,” he replied.
Attis’s eyes lit up. “It went well?”
He nodded. “Yes, it did. Really well. I took him to lunch, and we’re going to a movie together tonight. And he’s trying to find me an apartment too, right next to his.” Cam explained happily.
Attis hugged him again, gleefully. “Oh, Cam, I’m so happy for you!” he cried. “I really like Victor,” he added when he pulled away again.
Cam nodded. “So do I, Attis.” He replied. “So do I.”
Attis was making them some tea while prattling on about everything and anything. Cam smiled at his energetic brother, sitting at the scrubbed kitchen table in a rather dazed state. He still couldn’t quite believe that he was actually here, that his new life was about to start. With Victor. Even thinking about the blonde made him feel happy and contented – but also rather uncomfortable, since it was completely embarrassing to have naughty thoughts about someone else when he was sitting not ten feet from his own brother. Not that Attis noticed, but it was still enough to make him squirm a little. But there was one thought that kept bothering him, and finally he spoke up with great reluctance… “Attis?”
“Yes, Cam?” the psychic turned away from the tea kettle to face him.
“You’ve been with…I mean, you and Blake…” he felt his face turn dark red, and wished heartily that he’d just kept his mouth shut.
Attis cocked his head to the side like a curious bird. “What?”
“You…umm…you’re together,” Cam said desperately. “Physically, I mean,” he went on manfully.
Attis blinked. “Oh, you mean sex!” he yelped, making Cam wish that he could sink through the floor and disappear.
“Yes, sex,” he croaked.
“What about it?” Attis asked curiously.
“Well, I was just wondering… I mean, I assume that Blake…does you and not the other way around,” Cam burst out, his face now the color of a beet.
Attis nodded. “That’s right. I don’t think that Blake would be comfortable the other way around, so I don’t push the issue,” he said gravely.
Cam stared up at him in astonishment. “You mean that you’ve thought that you might like to…do him?!” he said in shock.
Attis smiled slightly. “Sure, why not? I’m curious, is all. I was a virgin before Blake and I got together, so I’ve never actually been the one on top. And since I don’t want anybody else but him, I guess my curiosity won’t be satisfied.”
Cam didn’t know what to say. Somehow, the thought that his brother might want to be the one doing the fucking had never occurred to him. Not that he ever let himself actually think about Attis’s love life, but still… “You could talk to Blake about it,” he said aloud.
Attis sighed. “I don’t want him to get the idea that I’m unhappy with our sex life,” he explained. “Because I’m not. It’s not important enough for me to push the issue. But what did you want to know, Cam? I’m afraid we got off track.”
He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Uh, yeah. I’ve only been with women, Attis. Never a guy before. I don’t know the first thing about gay sex. I’m just afraid that I’ll mess it up," he said mournfully.
Attis came over and patted his arm reassuringly. “Don’t worry about it, Cam,” he said. “I’m sure that Victor knows more about it, and that he can walk you through it. And he’s not the type to laugh at you if you’re awkward at first, you know that. It’ll be fine.”
He felt better, since he hadn’t really wanted to actually talk to his brother about this. At all. He smiled wanly. “Thanks, Attis,” he said gratefully.
The psychic smiled sunnily. “You’re welcome, Cam. Now let’s have some tea and talk about your plans, I can’t wait to hear all about them,” he darted away to get the kettle from the stove top, and Cam relaxed back into his seat. It had been such a long time since he’d actually lived near his brother that he’d forgotten how much fun it was just to be around Attis. But now he got to do that all the time, AND he got to be with Victor. Plus he now owned his very own bakery. He couldn’t think of anything else that he wanted or needed out of life.
The movie wasn’t that good – which was a good thing, in Cam’s eyes. It meant that he could pay more attention to his date than what was going on on the screen in front of them. He kept glancing surreptitiously at Victor’s profile, marveling at how handsome it was in a fine-boned sort of way. The blonde was occasionally eating popcorn from the bag in his lap, and Cam found himself fascinated by the way that Victor chewed. It made him remember the kisses they’d shared already, and it also made him want to do a repeat of those kisses sometime in the near future. Even though he’d teased Victor about making out in the theater, Cam wasn’t the type to actually do that. Although he really wanted to, oh, yes. He loved the way that Victor’s lips tasted, so sweet and warm.
Cam shifted in his seat, feeling how uncomfortable his pants had suddenly gotten at the crotch. At least he didn’t have to worry about whether he’d be attracted to another man or not, Cam thought distantly. While he never had been before, he was really, REALLY attracted to Victor. But he suspected that had as much to do with Victor’s personality as anything else. Something about the other man just drew him in, as though he were a moth and Victor was an open flame. Okay, maybe that was a bad analogy, since the moth inevitably ended up charred to a crisp…
Victor glanced over at him just then. The blue eyes were questioning behind the lenses of his glasses, and Cam felt his cheeks heat slightly because of the naughty thoughts he’d just been having. Victor’s lips lifted slightly in an amused smile; clearly he could tell just what Cam was thinking by his expression. To Cam’s shock, he set his popcorn in his lap and reached out to serenely lay one of his long-fingered hands atop Cam’s knee. He drew in a sharp breath at that touch, his cock surging in his pants. Oh, damn! If Victor kept touching him, he might have a horrible accident right here and now in the darkened theater.
Victor’s fingers began to stroke over his knee lightly, and Cam shuddered. He didn’t want to remove Victor's hand, but if he didn’t he was definitely going to lose it…then, to his total and utter shock, those fingers landed on his lap and found the bulge of his erection under the fabric of his pants. Cam moaned softly, trying to speak coherently enough to warn Victor of his imminent and embarrassing ‘accident’; when he felt those fingers ghost up to the top of his pants and work on the fastening there. Cam just sat there, frozen, not believing what was happening. Victor’s fingers got the snap undone, and now they were pulling down the zipper one tooth at a time. His mouth hung open as he struggled to breathe, his eyes wide.
Those fingers stroked over the bulge in his underwear, finding the patch of wetness there. He swallowed heavily as those digits moved up to begin squirming under the elastic waistband. “Victor…” he croaked.
The blonde lifted his free hand and put a single finger to his lips to warn Cam to be quiet. His blue eyes gleamed wickedly as his fingers coasted over Cam’s bare skin and then tangled in his pubic hair. He panted desperately, his hips lifting off the chair a little as fingertips reached his trapped, throbbing cock. He had to bite his lower lip to contain another moan as Victor’s insouciant fingers curled lightly over him and just held him for a moment. “Urgh,” Cam groaned, still not believing this but with no intention of protesting in any way whatsoever.
Victor leaned over in his chair until his mouth was near to Cam’s ear. “You feel so good, Cam,” he said, making the cock in his hand surge and twitch wildly. “You’re so hard.”
“Argle,” Cam gurgled, his fingers clutching in a death grip at the arms of his chair.
Victor’s fingers began to stroke him just a little within the confines of the underwear. Cam was now making small noises that didn’t resemble anything human. His eyes were glazing over, and he didn’t care anymore that there were other people in the theater who might see or hear what was going on. Victor took pity on him and slid the waistband down until his cock sprang out into the open air. His free hand delved into his pocket and extracted a handkerchief.
Somehow it didn’t surprise Cam that someone as old-fashioned as Victor carried a handkerchief around in his pocket. The blonde reached out and began to wrap this article around the head of Cam’s cock. “You can come now,” he breathed into Cam’s ear, and then he gently bit the lobe with his sharp white teeth.
Cam stifled a loud cry behind his closed lips as he began to come into the handkerchief. His body bucked and shuddered as he finished coming. He fell back into the chair limply, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. Victor smiled slightly and folded the handkerchief, setting it in his lap. Then he neatly and gently tucked Cam back away into his pants and underwear with a final pat. He settled back in his chair and looked back at the screen, leaving Cam sitting there wondering in a distant sort of way whether that had actually just happened.
When they left the theater, Cam stood there on the sidewalk. He looked at Victor, who was tossing his handkerchief into the trash can. Cam took a deep breath as the blonde walked toward him. “Victor?” he said.
“Yes, Cam?” Victor’s blue eyes gave him a mild look.
“Err…you just…why did you…?” he began uncertainly.
Victor’s lips lifted again. “Did you like it, Cam?” he asked simply.
Cam nodded. The blonde tilted his head to the side a little. “Then what is the problem?” he went on calmly.
Cam blinked. “Err…nothing, I guess,” he said.
Victor patted his arm. “I just wanted to touch you, Cam,” he remarked. “Call it a weakness of mine. You’re very attractive, you know.”
He was? Cam felt great at these words. Its a wonder that his chest wasn’t swelling with pride. “Did you want to go somewhere else, now?” he asked. “Maybe to get something to eat?”
“That would be nice. I love spending time with you, Cam,” Victor told him.
His sincere words made warmth spread through Cam’s belly. He reached out and took Victor’s arm, laying the blonde’s hand on the crook of his elbow. They strolled along toward his truck, in total charity with each and the world right now.
“So this is the kitchen,” Cam said, leading Victor into the large, open space with the steel tables scattered around the center. “They just finished it. What do you think?”
Victor looked around. “It’s really nice. I can’t wait to taste some of the things you’ll make here,” he said.
“I’ll be happy to make you anything that you want,” Cam replied. “What’s your pleasure?”
Victor turned to him and smiled. “You are,” he said.
Cam felt his stomach muscles clench at these words. “Ummm…” was all he managed to say in reply.
Victor’s smile widened slightly. “You’re so cute, Cam,” he purred, stepping toward Cam as he spoke.
Cam’s mouth opened, but before he could say anything (not that he probably would have been able to anyway) Victor lifted his mouth and kissed Cam. His arms came around Cam’s neck, and the fingers of one hand stroked the back of his neck as they kissed. When they finally drew apart again, Victor lifted a hand and touched his cheek. “You may not be very eloquent, but you’re definitely sweet,” he teased.
Cam was in a great mood when he arrived at Attis’s house that evening. His bakery would be opening as soon as he trained his staff, and he’d gotten to spend a lot of time with Victor today. He walked into the kitchen, seeing Attis busily cooking at the stove. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, hey, Cam! How was your day?” he asked brightly.
“Great. I showed Victor the bakery today,” he told his brother.
“Cool! Did he like it?”
“Yes, he did. He really likes sweet things,” Cam said with a smile that was only faintly ironic.
“That’s wonderful. I can’t wait to see your bakery too. And Blake will love it – he really likes desserts and things,” Attis noted. “Although I really loved the cake you made for me…”
“I’ll be happy to make you more of those, with different kinds of fruits and things,” Cam said as he sat down at the kitchen table.
“Goody! Dinner’s almost ready, and Blake will be home soon,” the psychic remarked as he went back to the stove to stir whatever he was cooking.
“Okay. Hey, I’ve been thinking about what you told me the other day,” Cam said. “About you wanting to be…on top.”
Attis turned around and cocked his head. “What about it?” he asked.
“Well, I just thought that you should at least talk to Blake about it,” Cam began slowly. “I mean, that you’ve thought about it means that it’s kind of important to you. If you just talk to him and he says ‘no’, you won't lose anything, right?”
Attis fiddled with the edges of his apron. “I suppose you’re right,” he said. “It’s just…I worry that he’ll get mad.”
“He says that he loves you. So if he gets mad, that won’t be the end of the world, right?” Cam said gently.
“That’s true. It’s just Blake can be so grumpy when he’s mad…” Attis began unhappily.
“Stand up for yourself, Attis,” Cam advised his brother briskly. “Otherwise, your relationship won’t be on equal footing. You’re an adult; you have to act like one. Especially around someone like Blake. He’ll walk all over you if you let him. He won’t even mean to; he just will.”
Attis straightened up and squared his shoulders. “You’re right, Cam,” he said in a determined voice. “I’ll talk to him after dinner.”
“Okay. Just warn me when you’re going to do so; I’ll head on up to my room and call Victor,” his brother replied dryly.
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Cam went back to Attis’s house, and saw his brother’s colorful VW parked out front. He braced himself for his brother's reaction to his presence, and wasn’t surprised when a small, bouncy hurricane fell on him with glee when he walked through the front door. “Cam!” Attis squealed, hugging him tightly. “I’m so glad that you’re here!”
“I’m glad to be here, Attis,” he said into his brother’s ear as he returned the hug.
Attis pulled away at last. His big hazel eyes searched his brother's face anxiously. “Have you seen Victor yet?” he asked.
Cam smiled widely. “Yeah, I did,” he replied.
Attis’s eyes lit up. “It went well?”
He nodded. “Yes, it did. Really well. I took him to lunch, and we’re going to a movie together tonight. And he’s trying to find me an apartment too, right next to his.” Cam explained happily.
Attis hugged him again, gleefully. “Oh, Cam, I’m so happy for you!” he cried. “I really like Victor,” he added when he pulled away again.
Cam nodded. “So do I, Attis.” He replied. “So do I.”
Attis was making them some tea while prattling on about everything and anything. Cam smiled at his energetic brother, sitting at the scrubbed kitchen table in a rather dazed state. He still couldn’t quite believe that he was actually here, that his new life was about to start. With Victor. Even thinking about the blonde made him feel happy and contented – but also rather uncomfortable, since it was completely embarrassing to have naughty thoughts about someone else when he was sitting not ten feet from his own brother. Not that Attis noticed, but it was still enough to make him squirm a little. But there was one thought that kept bothering him, and finally he spoke up with great reluctance… “Attis?”
“Yes, Cam?” the psychic turned away from the tea kettle to face him.
“You’ve been with…I mean, you and Blake…” he felt his face turn dark red, and wished heartily that he’d just kept his mouth shut.
Attis cocked his head to the side like a curious bird. “What?”
“You…umm…you’re together,” Cam said desperately. “Physically, I mean,” he went on manfully.
Attis blinked. “Oh, you mean sex!” he yelped, making Cam wish that he could sink through the floor and disappear.
“Yes, sex,” he croaked.
“What about it?” Attis asked curiously.
“Well, I was just wondering… I mean, I assume that Blake…does you and not the other way around,” Cam burst out, his face now the color of a beet.
Attis nodded. “That’s right. I don’t think that Blake would be comfortable the other way around, so I don’t push the issue,” he said gravely.
Cam stared up at him in astonishment. “You mean that you’ve thought that you might like to…do him?!” he said in shock.
Attis smiled slightly. “Sure, why not? I’m curious, is all. I was a virgin before Blake and I got together, so I’ve never actually been the one on top. And since I don’t want anybody else but him, I guess my curiosity won’t be satisfied.”
Cam didn’t know what to say. Somehow, the thought that his brother might want to be the one doing the fucking had never occurred to him. Not that he ever let himself actually think about Attis’s love life, but still… “You could talk to Blake about it,” he said aloud.
Attis sighed. “I don’t want him to get the idea that I’m unhappy with our sex life,” he explained. “Because I’m not. It’s not important enough for me to push the issue. But what did you want to know, Cam? I’m afraid we got off track.”
He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Uh, yeah. I’ve only been with women, Attis. Never a guy before. I don’t know the first thing about gay sex. I’m just afraid that I’ll mess it up," he said mournfully.
Attis came over and patted his arm reassuringly. “Don’t worry about it, Cam,” he said. “I’m sure that Victor knows more about it, and that he can walk you through it. And he’s not the type to laugh at you if you’re awkward at first, you know that. It’ll be fine.”
He felt better, since he hadn’t really wanted to actually talk to his brother about this. At all. He smiled wanly. “Thanks, Attis,” he said gratefully.
The psychic smiled sunnily. “You’re welcome, Cam. Now let’s have some tea and talk about your plans, I can’t wait to hear all about them,” he darted away to get the kettle from the stove top, and Cam relaxed back into his seat. It had been such a long time since he’d actually lived near his brother that he’d forgotten how much fun it was just to be around Attis. But now he got to do that all the time, AND he got to be with Victor. Plus he now owned his very own bakery. He couldn’t think of anything else that he wanted or needed out of life.
The movie wasn’t that good – which was a good thing, in Cam’s eyes. It meant that he could pay more attention to his date than what was going on on the screen in front of them. He kept glancing surreptitiously at Victor’s profile, marveling at how handsome it was in a fine-boned sort of way. The blonde was occasionally eating popcorn from the bag in his lap, and Cam found himself fascinated by the way that Victor chewed. It made him remember the kisses they’d shared already, and it also made him want to do a repeat of those kisses sometime in the near future. Even though he’d teased Victor about making out in the theater, Cam wasn’t the type to actually do that. Although he really wanted to, oh, yes. He loved the way that Victor’s lips tasted, so sweet and warm.
Cam shifted in his seat, feeling how uncomfortable his pants had suddenly gotten at the crotch. At least he didn’t have to worry about whether he’d be attracted to another man or not, Cam thought distantly. While he never had been before, he was really, REALLY attracted to Victor. But he suspected that had as much to do with Victor’s personality as anything else. Something about the other man just drew him in, as though he were a moth and Victor was an open flame. Okay, maybe that was a bad analogy, since the moth inevitably ended up charred to a crisp…
Victor glanced over at him just then. The blue eyes were questioning behind the lenses of his glasses, and Cam felt his cheeks heat slightly because of the naughty thoughts he’d just been having. Victor’s lips lifted slightly in an amused smile; clearly he could tell just what Cam was thinking by his expression. To Cam’s shock, he set his popcorn in his lap and reached out to serenely lay one of his long-fingered hands atop Cam’s knee. He drew in a sharp breath at that touch, his cock surging in his pants. Oh, damn! If Victor kept touching him, he might have a horrible accident right here and now in the darkened theater.
Victor’s fingers began to stroke over his knee lightly, and Cam shuddered. He didn’t want to remove Victor's hand, but if he didn’t he was definitely going to lose it…then, to his total and utter shock, those fingers landed on his lap and found the bulge of his erection under the fabric of his pants. Cam moaned softly, trying to speak coherently enough to warn Victor of his imminent and embarrassing ‘accident’; when he felt those fingers ghost up to the top of his pants and work on the fastening there. Cam just sat there, frozen, not believing what was happening. Victor’s fingers got the snap undone, and now they were pulling down the zipper one tooth at a time. His mouth hung open as he struggled to breathe, his eyes wide.
Those fingers stroked over the bulge in his underwear, finding the patch of wetness there. He swallowed heavily as those digits moved up to begin squirming under the elastic waistband. “Victor…” he croaked.
The blonde lifted his free hand and put a single finger to his lips to warn Cam to be quiet. His blue eyes gleamed wickedly as his fingers coasted over Cam’s bare skin and then tangled in his pubic hair. He panted desperately, his hips lifting off the chair a little as fingertips reached his trapped, throbbing cock. He had to bite his lower lip to contain another moan as Victor’s insouciant fingers curled lightly over him and just held him for a moment. “Urgh,” Cam groaned, still not believing this but with no intention of protesting in any way whatsoever.
Victor leaned over in his chair until his mouth was near to Cam’s ear. “You feel so good, Cam,” he said, making the cock in his hand surge and twitch wildly. “You’re so hard.”
“Argle,” Cam gurgled, his fingers clutching in a death grip at the arms of his chair.
Victor’s fingers began to stroke him just a little within the confines of the underwear. Cam was now making small noises that didn’t resemble anything human. His eyes were glazing over, and he didn’t care anymore that there were other people in the theater who might see or hear what was going on. Victor took pity on him and slid the waistband down until his cock sprang out into the open air. His free hand delved into his pocket and extracted a handkerchief.
Somehow it didn’t surprise Cam that someone as old-fashioned as Victor carried a handkerchief around in his pocket. The blonde reached out and began to wrap this article around the head of Cam’s cock. “You can come now,” he breathed into Cam’s ear, and then he gently bit the lobe with his sharp white teeth.
Cam stifled a loud cry behind his closed lips as he began to come into the handkerchief. His body bucked and shuddered as he finished coming. He fell back into the chair limply, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. Victor smiled slightly and folded the handkerchief, setting it in his lap. Then he neatly and gently tucked Cam back away into his pants and underwear with a final pat. He settled back in his chair and looked back at the screen, leaving Cam sitting there wondering in a distant sort of way whether that had actually just happened.
When they left the theater, Cam stood there on the sidewalk. He looked at Victor, who was tossing his handkerchief into the trash can. Cam took a deep breath as the blonde walked toward him. “Victor?” he said.
“Yes, Cam?” Victor’s blue eyes gave him a mild look.
“Err…you just…why did you…?” he began uncertainly.
Victor’s lips lifted again. “Did you like it, Cam?” he asked simply.
Cam nodded. The blonde tilted his head to the side a little. “Then what is the problem?” he went on calmly.
Cam blinked. “Err…nothing, I guess,” he said.
Victor patted his arm. “I just wanted to touch you, Cam,” he remarked. “Call it a weakness of mine. You’re very attractive, you know.”
He was? Cam felt great at these words. Its a wonder that his chest wasn’t swelling with pride. “Did you want to go somewhere else, now?” he asked. “Maybe to get something to eat?”
“That would be nice. I love spending time with you, Cam,” Victor told him.
His sincere words made warmth spread through Cam’s belly. He reached out and took Victor’s arm, laying the blonde’s hand on the crook of his elbow. They strolled along toward his truck, in total charity with each and the world right now.
“So this is the kitchen,” Cam said, leading Victor into the large, open space with the steel tables scattered around the center. “They just finished it. What do you think?”
Victor looked around. “It’s really nice. I can’t wait to taste some of the things you’ll make here,” he said.
“I’ll be happy to make you anything that you want,” Cam replied. “What’s your pleasure?”
Victor turned to him and smiled. “You are,” he said.
Cam felt his stomach muscles clench at these words. “Ummm…” was all he managed to say in reply.
Victor’s smile widened slightly. “You’re so cute, Cam,” he purred, stepping toward Cam as he spoke.
Cam’s mouth opened, but before he could say anything (not that he probably would have been able to anyway) Victor lifted his mouth and kissed Cam. His arms came around Cam’s neck, and the fingers of one hand stroked the back of his neck as they kissed. When they finally drew apart again, Victor lifted a hand and touched his cheek. “You may not be very eloquent, but you’re definitely sweet,” he teased.
Cam was in a great mood when he arrived at Attis’s house that evening. His bakery would be opening as soon as he trained his staff, and he’d gotten to spend a lot of time with Victor today. He walked into the kitchen, seeing Attis busily cooking at the stove. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, hey, Cam! How was your day?” he asked brightly.
“Great. I showed Victor the bakery today,” he told his brother.
“Cool! Did he like it?”
“Yes, he did. He really likes sweet things,” Cam said with a smile that was only faintly ironic.
“That’s wonderful. I can’t wait to see your bakery too. And Blake will love it – he really likes desserts and things,” Attis noted. “Although I really loved the cake you made for me…”
“I’ll be happy to make you more of those, with different kinds of fruits and things,” Cam said as he sat down at the kitchen table.
“Goody! Dinner’s almost ready, and Blake will be home soon,” the psychic remarked as he went back to the stove to stir whatever he was cooking.
“Okay. Hey, I’ve been thinking about what you told me the other day,” Cam said. “About you wanting to be…on top.”
Attis turned around and cocked his head. “What about it?” he asked.
“Well, I just thought that you should at least talk to Blake about it,” Cam began slowly. “I mean, that you’ve thought about it means that it’s kind of important to you. If you just talk to him and he says ‘no’, you won't lose anything, right?”
Attis fiddled with the edges of his apron. “I suppose you’re right,” he said. “It’s just…I worry that he’ll get mad.”
“He says that he loves you. So if he gets mad, that won’t be the end of the world, right?” Cam said gently.
“That’s true. It’s just Blake can be so grumpy when he’s mad…” Attis began unhappily.
“Stand up for yourself, Attis,” Cam advised his brother briskly. “Otherwise, your relationship won’t be on equal footing. You’re an adult; you have to act like one. Especially around someone like Blake. He’ll walk all over you if you let him. He won’t even mean to; he just will.”
Attis straightened up and squared his shoulders. “You’re right, Cam,” he said in a determined voice. “I’ll talk to him after dinner.”
“Okay. Just warn me when you’re going to do so; I’ll head on up to my room and call Victor,” his brother replied dryly.
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