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"Hey, Honey, are you alright?" Daddy asked me when I came running into Avenged's warm-up room with tears falling.
"No!" I sobbed, burying my face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, and for once I didn't care that he thought of me as his little girl.
"What happened? At Brian's you said that you were fine..." he was confused, and I cried harder.
"No, Daddy! Brian and I got in a fight!" Dad's arms tensed.
"You guys fought? About what?" I heard worry in his voice.
"Daddy, you wouldn't understand!" I cried more.
"If you told me, I'd maybe understand." he replied. I pushed away from him, shaking my head.
"You couldn't ever understand, Daddy! Nobody understands me! And the one person who does is a total dick!" I yelled, making angry tears fall. Dad gasped, and got ready to yell at me for cursing. "Screw you, Dad! This is what you get for letting me listen to your music! Fine, I don't give a fuck! Yell at me all you want! I won't care!" I yelled even more, directing my anger at him.
"Jen?" I spun around, ready to yell at anybody who was behind me.
"What?!" I screamed as I spun around, and then was staring into beautiful green eyes. I looked away quickly, ashamed and embarassed. "Frank... I'm sorry... I didn't m-mean to y-yell, not at you...." Dad folded his arms across his chest.
"Would you like to say that again, Jennifer?" his voice was harsh.
"No..." I whispered, and glanced around the room. I saw Jimmy, Zacky, and Johnny all stare at me with worried expressions.
"Are you okay?" "Jen! How could you speak that way, especially to Dad!" "What the fuck's going on?!" the three all spoke at once.
"Nothing... Nothing's going on... I'm sorry guys. I didn't know all of you were in here..." I turned around, where Frank was staring straight into my eyes.
"It's going to be okay. You just need to calm down.... Singing or playing my guitar helps me when I'm angry or upset. Maybe you should try that..." his voice was caring, and I smiled smally.
"Thanks Frankie. I will try..." I hugged him, and as I did, Brian walked into the room. He glared hard at me, and I only hugged Frank tighter.
"Little Sanders, what did I tell you?" he spoke hard at me.
"You told me to go ahead and see Frank as much as I wanted, because Frank's an amazing guy." I spat, and ended the hug. Grabbing Frank's hand, I walked out of the warm-up room along with Frank. Walking to My Chem's warm-up room, Frank stopped me.
"Jenny, I think it'd be best if we went somewhere quieter. More relaxing, y'know?" his voice was soft, and his eyes were the exact same. I nodded slowly, trusting him. He seemed to be the only guy who I trusted.
"Okay, Frankie... Where should we go?" he thought for a second, and then walked us in the opposite direction.
"Just follow me, Jenny. You know, you shouldn't really yell at your father like that. God knows what happened when I talked back to my father..." his voice cracked at the end, and he opened the door that was a small room. He sat me down on an old amp, and he turned on the light before closing the door.
"Where are we?" I asked, looking around. It was small, and there were a lot of amps.
"Sound-proof practice area I made. Nobody knows about it, except for me and you. I kinda prefer it stay that way..." he smiled, and I nodded.
"Secret's safe with me. Thanks for bringing me here, Frank." I smiled up at him, and then began to fumble with my hands.
"There's a guitar in here, if you can play..." I smiled nervously.
"I don't know how to play, but I'd love to learn how... I can sing okay, though. I'm in choir at my school." Frank nodded.
"What school?"
"It's Reginald Barrington High." I smiled smally at my school's name.
"Oh, you go there?" he asked, and he seemed to be surprised.
"Yeah... Stupid Dad, putting me in a private school..." I rolled my eyes.
"It's a good school. The teachers hated me though. Said I was way too hyper to be going to a private school. The uniforms were shitty too." Frank laughed, and I couldn't help but laugh at it.
"What was that?!" I laughed, and then felt bad for Frank. "Oh, I'm sorry..." I apologized. He smiled comfortingly.
"It's okay. I get it a lot when I laugh... So what grade are you in, Jenny?" he asked, and I couldn't help but think that I offended him.
"I'm a sophomore." I answered, sadly. Frank nodded.
"That's cool. 15?" he sat beside me on another amp.
"No, I'm 16 actually. How old are you?" he smiled.
"Take a wild guess. I'll give you a present if you guess right." I thought hard, studying him.
"I'm guessing that you are.... 20?" he smiled widely.
"Sorry, that's false. I'm 18. But thanks for telling me I looked older." I laughed along with him. "Ah, shit. I should be going, I gotta go perform. I promise that I'll be right back as soon as I'm done. Stay safe, Jenny." he hugged me tightly before walking out of the sound-proof place he had made.
I slumped when he closed the door, and pulled out my phone. "Awwh fuck. I left my iPod back in the warm-up room... And I'm not going back there." I talked to myself. I rolled my eyes. "I gotta stop doing this." I thought hard in my head for a song to sing. I finally found one, and sang queitly to 'Sugar, We're Goin' Down' by Fall Out Boy. I leaned against the wall, letting myself get really into the music.
A knock on the door almost 30 minutes later made me jump, and Frank came bouncing in. He smelled of sweat and energy drinks. "Hi, Jen. Sorry, fans wanted an encore." he sat next to me after he closed the door.
"It's okay. I only had one song to sing, plus I don't have my iPod. But it's fine. I've got you to keep me sane now." I smiled at Frank, and his eyes sparkled. Despite the sweat on him, I hugged him for helping me out.
"Jenny, I have something to ask you..." his tone was softer than before.
"Hmmm?"
"When you kissed me, was it to make Gerard jealous?" he came straight out with it, and I was slightly shocked.
"Frank... Y-You don't know Gerard like I know him... And never would I want Gerard jealous. He scares the fuck outta me." I explained. Frank nodded.
"So it wasn't out of jealousy...? Okay, then. I thought you just wanted him jealous... But since you didn't..." he seemed to be thinking aloud.
"Frankie, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked him, curious.
"No. Who'd want to go out with me besides some fangirls? I'm a reject that's too hyper and nobody would want to date somebody who's so off-track all the time." he sighed. I smiled to myself.
"Well, I don't have a boyfriend because every guy just wants me because I'm Matthew Sanders' daughter. Either that or they want my Mom. Which is scary." I felt at ease with Frank, like I could talk with him for ages.
"Yeah, that's totally weird... So we're both single... And two days ago, when you kissed me, did you feel anything special behind the kiss?" I was staring deep into his green eyes, and I felt his hand brush my arm.
"Yeah... I did. I felt something that was so right about you. Like you were meant for me..." he smiled smally.
"Maybe we were meant for each other... Maybe God thought that we should be together..." his face got closer to mine, and he cupped my face in his hand.
Tilting my head up, I slowly brought my hands up to his dark hair, and closed the space between us. When his lips touched mine again, it sent shivers down my spine. His other hand rested on my waist, and he slowly deepened the kiss. His tongue licked my bottom lip, and I let him in.
Thoughts and feelings raced through my head, trying to figure out the emotion that was coursing through my body. Frank's hand was now at the small of my back while his other hand was at the back of my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing myself into him a little. He seemed to like that because he moaned. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breast and squeezing lightly. I gasped, and my back arched, pressing myself more into him.
"Jenny..." he moaned softly, his hands resting on my waist. I hadn't realized that I was straddling him until one of his hands moved down my thigh. "You... Got me hard..." he moaned again, and I smiled a little bit. "I just... Want you..." he whispered, and he brought my head to his again, pressing his lips to mine.
I kissed him back, and nipped softly at his bottom lip. "Mmmmm...." he moaned, his hand gripping both my waist and thigh. "Fuck...." he groaned softly, gripping my thigh more. His hand that gripped my waist was half-way in my pants, and his green eyes opened with a complete look of lust. "Jennyyy..." his voice was getting deep, and I exhaled slowly when he planted hot kisses on my neck. "You have no idea.... How fucking hard I am.... Mmmm...." he softly bit down, making an animalistic growl sneak through my lips.
"Frankie...." I closed my eyes as he went to undo my pants. I stood up a bit as he slid them off, and then went to unbutton his pants. "I want you...." I purred in his ear, and I heard him chuckle in response.
"Yeahh, Jenny? How much....?" he slid off his jeans, and I felt his hard through his boxers.
"As much as you want me..." I whispered, and he slid off my panties, taking off his boxers as well.
"Then it's pretty fucking bad..." he smirked, pushing me back against the wall. He took off his shirt, and I took off mine, unlatching my bra. "Fuck yesss...." he hissed, rubbing me between my legs. He started to finger me, making me moan out.
"Fraaaaaank!" I cried out, leaning my head against the wall.
"No teasing.... Just... Fucking..." he growled, lifting up one of my legs so he could enter me. "Fuck, unnhh..." he went to fuck me when we both heard feet pass by, and then stop.
"Brian, what the fuck did she tell you?!" I heard Gerard growl angrily. Frank lifted an eyebrow, and then slowly entered me.
"Ignore them, Jenny... Just me and you, girl. God, I'm going to fuck your brains out..." he whispered in my ear, making me smile.
"Fuck my brains out, Frankie! Fuck me sooooo good!" I started to kiss him again as he pulled out of me and then slammed back in. I moaned loudly, breaking the kiss. "Oh God! Yessss!" I cried out, and he slammed even harder into my pleasure spot.
"Fuck! You got tight faaast!" Frank laughed, slamming more into me. "So fucking fast!"
"Unnhh yeah I did! Unnnnnh! Shit!" I cried out, throwing my head back. Frank licked my neck, then ducked his head down to suck my breasts. "Unnh! Fuck, Frank! Waaaait! Stop! I'm gonna cum!" I screamed, trying hard to keep myself intact. He stopped sucking my boob, and nodded, even though he was completely in the mood. He pulled out of me, backing away towards the other side. I gasped for breath, closing my eyes.
"S-Sorry about... that... I gotta control... My lust..." he breathed heavily, and glanced down at the floor. He bent over and picked up his boxers, putting them on along with his pants.
"It's fine..... You're amazing.." I smiled, and went to put my clothes back on. I heard something hit the wall next to me, and I jumped away from it.
"She told you everything?!" I heard Gerard's angry voice rise, and fear set in my eyes. I quickly put the rest of my clothes on.
"Frank! Hurry!" Frank pulled up his pants and put on his shirt, a confused look on his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked, kind of scared.
"Gerard's going to hurt Brian!" I couldn't hide the panic in my voice, and I saw something flash in Frank's eyes.
"Brian?" he said his name as if it were a bad thing.
"Yeah, Brian! Frank, he's my best friend!" I was freaking out. Frank only nodded, his green eyes losing their lust.
"Jenny... Promise me we'll get to finish our fun... Please? Maybe like, Friday night, my place?" his voice was full of hope.
"Of course. I'll be there, and I'mma be ready for you too." I kissed him before opening the door and facing my worst and biggest fear.
"What the fuck?!" I heard Gerard yell, seeing me. "You told him! You fucking told him you little bitch!" he took a step towards me, and Brian swung his fist back and it collided with Gerard's nose. Gerard screamed out, holding his nose tightly. "I'll fucking kill you, Haner!" he yelled, turning to Brian.
"You touch him and you're dead, Gerard!" I heard my father yell. I spun around and shrunk away when my Dad came running towards Gerard with a menacing look upon his face. Brian told Dad too?! Daddy punched Gerard hard in the stomach, making the air woosh out of him. Gerard keeled over, falling to the floor and coughing. "That's what you get for touching my little girl!" Dad yelled.
Frank touched my arm comfortingly, and I whimpered when Gerard gave me the death glare. "You're fucking dead, Sanders. You and your little short retard are going to pay." his voice was a growl, and I took a step towards him. Leaning down, I smiled sweetly at him.
"Gerard, news flash. He may be short, but he sure as fuck is not retarded. At least he isn't a lying bastard that had sex with a 14 year old when he was drunk and high off his ass. I'd be more careful if I were you. Next time I won't be so nice, and I'll let Brian kick your ass. Have a fantastic day, Gerard Arthur Way." I walked away from him, and Frank wrapped hid arm around my waist as we both walked off towards the bands' warm-up rooms.
Brian caught up with Frank and I, and glanced at us. "You two going out?" he asked. His voice sounded sad. Frank smiled gladly, pulling me even closer to him.
"As a matter of fact, Brian, yes, we are." he planted a kiss on my cheek, happy as can be. "And I just can't wait until Friday, baby..."
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"No!" I sobbed, burying my face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, and for once I didn't care that he thought of me as his little girl.
"What happened? At Brian's you said that you were fine..." he was confused, and I cried harder.
"No, Daddy! Brian and I got in a fight!" Dad's arms tensed.
"You guys fought? About what?" I heard worry in his voice.
"Daddy, you wouldn't understand!" I cried more.
"If you told me, I'd maybe understand." he replied. I pushed away from him, shaking my head.
"You couldn't ever understand, Daddy! Nobody understands me! And the one person who does is a total dick!" I yelled, making angry tears fall. Dad gasped, and got ready to yell at me for cursing. "Screw you, Dad! This is what you get for letting me listen to your music! Fine, I don't give a fuck! Yell at me all you want! I won't care!" I yelled even more, directing my anger at him.
"Jen?" I spun around, ready to yell at anybody who was behind me.
"What?!" I screamed as I spun around, and then was staring into beautiful green eyes. I looked away quickly, ashamed and embarassed. "Frank... I'm sorry... I didn't m-mean to y-yell, not at you...." Dad folded his arms across his chest.
"Would you like to say that again, Jennifer?" his voice was harsh.
"No..." I whispered, and glanced around the room. I saw Jimmy, Zacky, and Johnny all stare at me with worried expressions.
"Are you okay?" "Jen! How could you speak that way, especially to Dad!" "What the fuck's going on?!" the three all spoke at once.
"Nothing... Nothing's going on... I'm sorry guys. I didn't know all of you were in here..." I turned around, where Frank was staring straight into my eyes.
"It's going to be okay. You just need to calm down.... Singing or playing my guitar helps me when I'm angry or upset. Maybe you should try that..." his voice was caring, and I smiled smally.
"Thanks Frankie. I will try..." I hugged him, and as I did, Brian walked into the room. He glared hard at me, and I only hugged Frank tighter.
"Little Sanders, what did I tell you?" he spoke hard at me.
"You told me to go ahead and see Frank as much as I wanted, because Frank's an amazing guy." I spat, and ended the hug. Grabbing Frank's hand, I walked out of the warm-up room along with Frank. Walking to My Chem's warm-up room, Frank stopped me.
"Jenny, I think it'd be best if we went somewhere quieter. More relaxing, y'know?" his voice was soft, and his eyes were the exact same. I nodded slowly, trusting him. He seemed to be the only guy who I trusted.
"Okay, Frankie... Where should we go?" he thought for a second, and then walked us in the opposite direction.
"Just follow me, Jenny. You know, you shouldn't really yell at your father like that. God knows what happened when I talked back to my father..." his voice cracked at the end, and he opened the door that was a small room. He sat me down on an old amp, and he turned on the light before closing the door.
"Where are we?" I asked, looking around. It was small, and there were a lot of amps.
"Sound-proof practice area I made. Nobody knows about it, except for me and you. I kinda prefer it stay that way..." he smiled, and I nodded.
"Secret's safe with me. Thanks for bringing me here, Frank." I smiled up at him, and then began to fumble with my hands.
"There's a guitar in here, if you can play..." I smiled nervously.
"I don't know how to play, but I'd love to learn how... I can sing okay, though. I'm in choir at my school." Frank nodded.
"What school?"
"It's Reginald Barrington High." I smiled smally at my school's name.
"Oh, you go there?" he asked, and he seemed to be surprised.
"Yeah... Stupid Dad, putting me in a private school..." I rolled my eyes.
"It's a good school. The teachers hated me though. Said I was way too hyper to be going to a private school. The uniforms were shitty too." Frank laughed, and I couldn't help but laugh at it.
"What was that?!" I laughed, and then felt bad for Frank. "Oh, I'm sorry..." I apologized. He smiled comfortingly.
"It's okay. I get it a lot when I laugh... So what grade are you in, Jenny?" he asked, and I couldn't help but think that I offended him.
"I'm a sophomore." I answered, sadly. Frank nodded.
"That's cool. 15?" he sat beside me on another amp.
"No, I'm 16 actually. How old are you?" he smiled.
"Take a wild guess. I'll give you a present if you guess right." I thought hard, studying him.
"I'm guessing that you are.... 20?" he smiled widely.
"Sorry, that's false. I'm 18. But thanks for telling me I looked older." I laughed along with him. "Ah, shit. I should be going, I gotta go perform. I promise that I'll be right back as soon as I'm done. Stay safe, Jenny." he hugged me tightly before walking out of the sound-proof place he had made.
I slumped when he closed the door, and pulled out my phone. "Awwh fuck. I left my iPod back in the warm-up room... And I'm not going back there." I talked to myself. I rolled my eyes. "I gotta stop doing this." I thought hard in my head for a song to sing. I finally found one, and sang queitly to 'Sugar, We're Goin' Down' by Fall Out Boy. I leaned against the wall, letting myself get really into the music.
A knock on the door almost 30 minutes later made me jump, and Frank came bouncing in. He smelled of sweat and energy drinks. "Hi, Jen. Sorry, fans wanted an encore." he sat next to me after he closed the door.
"It's okay. I only had one song to sing, plus I don't have my iPod. But it's fine. I've got you to keep me sane now." I smiled at Frank, and his eyes sparkled. Despite the sweat on him, I hugged him for helping me out.
"Jenny, I have something to ask you..." his tone was softer than before.
"Hmmm?"
"When you kissed me, was it to make Gerard jealous?" he came straight out with it, and I was slightly shocked.
"Frank... Y-You don't know Gerard like I know him... And never would I want Gerard jealous. He scares the fuck outta me." I explained. Frank nodded.
"So it wasn't out of jealousy...? Okay, then. I thought you just wanted him jealous... But since you didn't..." he seemed to be thinking aloud.
"Frankie, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked him, curious.
"No. Who'd want to go out with me besides some fangirls? I'm a reject that's too hyper and nobody would want to date somebody who's so off-track all the time." he sighed. I smiled to myself.
"Well, I don't have a boyfriend because every guy just wants me because I'm Matthew Sanders' daughter. Either that or they want my Mom. Which is scary." I felt at ease with Frank, like I could talk with him for ages.
"Yeah, that's totally weird... So we're both single... And two days ago, when you kissed me, did you feel anything special behind the kiss?" I was staring deep into his green eyes, and I felt his hand brush my arm.
"Yeah... I did. I felt something that was so right about you. Like you were meant for me..." he smiled smally.
"Maybe we were meant for each other... Maybe God thought that we should be together..." his face got closer to mine, and he cupped my face in his hand.
Tilting my head up, I slowly brought my hands up to his dark hair, and closed the space between us. When his lips touched mine again, it sent shivers down my spine. His other hand rested on my waist, and he slowly deepened the kiss. His tongue licked my bottom lip, and I let him in.
Thoughts and feelings raced through my head, trying to figure out the emotion that was coursing through my body. Frank's hand was now at the small of my back while his other hand was at the back of my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing myself into him a little. He seemed to like that because he moaned. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breast and squeezing lightly. I gasped, and my back arched, pressing myself more into him.
"Jenny..." he moaned softly, his hands resting on my waist. I hadn't realized that I was straddling him until one of his hands moved down my thigh. "You... Got me hard..." he moaned again, and I smiled a little bit. "I just... Want you..." he whispered, and he brought my head to his again, pressing his lips to mine.
I kissed him back, and nipped softly at his bottom lip. "Mmmmm...." he moaned, his hand gripping both my waist and thigh. "Fuck...." he groaned softly, gripping my thigh more. His hand that gripped my waist was half-way in my pants, and his green eyes opened with a complete look of lust. "Jennyyy..." his voice was getting deep, and I exhaled slowly when he planted hot kisses on my neck. "You have no idea.... How fucking hard I am.... Mmmm...." he softly bit down, making an animalistic growl sneak through my lips.
"Frankie...." I closed my eyes as he went to undo my pants. I stood up a bit as he slid them off, and then went to unbutton his pants. "I want you...." I purred in his ear, and I heard him chuckle in response.
"Yeahh, Jenny? How much....?" he slid off his jeans, and I felt his hard through his boxers.
"As much as you want me..." I whispered, and he slid off my panties, taking off his boxers as well.
"Then it's pretty fucking bad..." he smirked, pushing me back against the wall. He took off his shirt, and I took off mine, unlatching my bra. "Fuck yesss...." he hissed, rubbing me between my legs. He started to finger me, making me moan out.
"Fraaaaaank!" I cried out, leaning my head against the wall.
"No teasing.... Just... Fucking..." he growled, lifting up one of my legs so he could enter me. "Fuck, unnhh..." he went to fuck me when we both heard feet pass by, and then stop.
"Brian, what the fuck did she tell you?!" I heard Gerard growl angrily. Frank lifted an eyebrow, and then slowly entered me.
"Ignore them, Jenny... Just me and you, girl. God, I'm going to fuck your brains out..." he whispered in my ear, making me smile.
"Fuck my brains out, Frankie! Fuck me sooooo good!" I started to kiss him again as he pulled out of me and then slammed back in. I moaned loudly, breaking the kiss. "Oh God! Yessss!" I cried out, and he slammed even harder into my pleasure spot.
"Fuck! You got tight faaast!" Frank laughed, slamming more into me. "So fucking fast!"
"Unnhh yeah I did! Unnnnnh! Shit!" I cried out, throwing my head back. Frank licked my neck, then ducked his head down to suck my breasts. "Unnh! Fuck, Frank! Waaaait! Stop! I'm gonna cum!" I screamed, trying hard to keep myself intact. He stopped sucking my boob, and nodded, even though he was completely in the mood. He pulled out of me, backing away towards the other side. I gasped for breath, closing my eyes.
"S-Sorry about... that... I gotta control... My lust..." he breathed heavily, and glanced down at the floor. He bent over and picked up his boxers, putting them on along with his pants.
"It's fine..... You're amazing.." I smiled, and went to put my clothes back on. I heard something hit the wall next to me, and I jumped away from it.
"She told you everything?!" I heard Gerard's angry voice rise, and fear set in my eyes. I quickly put the rest of my clothes on.
"Frank! Hurry!" Frank pulled up his pants and put on his shirt, a confused look on his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked, kind of scared.
"Gerard's going to hurt Brian!" I couldn't hide the panic in my voice, and I saw something flash in Frank's eyes.
"Brian?" he said his name as if it were a bad thing.
"Yeah, Brian! Frank, he's my best friend!" I was freaking out. Frank only nodded, his green eyes losing their lust.
"Jenny... Promise me we'll get to finish our fun... Please? Maybe like, Friday night, my place?" his voice was full of hope.
"Of course. I'll be there, and I'mma be ready for you too." I kissed him before opening the door and facing my worst and biggest fear.
"What the fuck?!" I heard Gerard yell, seeing me. "You told him! You fucking told him you little bitch!" he took a step towards me, and Brian swung his fist back and it collided with Gerard's nose. Gerard screamed out, holding his nose tightly. "I'll fucking kill you, Haner!" he yelled, turning to Brian.
"You touch him and you're dead, Gerard!" I heard my father yell. I spun around and shrunk away when my Dad came running towards Gerard with a menacing look upon his face. Brian told Dad too?! Daddy punched Gerard hard in the stomach, making the air woosh out of him. Gerard keeled over, falling to the floor and coughing. "That's what you get for touching my little girl!" Dad yelled.
Frank touched my arm comfortingly, and I whimpered when Gerard gave me the death glare. "You're fucking dead, Sanders. You and your little short retard are going to pay." his voice was a growl, and I took a step towards him. Leaning down, I smiled sweetly at him.
"Gerard, news flash. He may be short, but he sure as fuck is not retarded. At least he isn't a lying bastard that had sex with a 14 year old when he was drunk and high off his ass. I'd be more careful if I were you. Next time I won't be so nice, and I'll let Brian kick your ass. Have a fantastic day, Gerard Arthur Way." I walked away from him, and Frank wrapped hid arm around my waist as we both walked off towards the bands' warm-up rooms.
Brian caught up with Frank and I, and glanced at us. "You two going out?" he asked. His voice sounded sad. Frank smiled gladly, pulling me even closer to him.
"As a matter of fact, Brian, yes, we are." he planted a kiss on my cheek, happy as can be. "And I just can't wait until Friday, baby..."
[*]Peeps, how am I doing with this story, right hurr? Please comment, I want good revieews!
xo,
Kaige Aura
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