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"Ms Jones, not having a desert?"
MJ's response was, "Thanks, but I already ate."
And Betty Brant died. Or at least, she felt like she did, if just for a moment, Betty vividly picturing herself dying from embarrassment and her soul drifting away from her body, in the process getting one last look at her face, which went ghostly white, and then bright red. Luckily they were in the middle of a crowded and noisy restaurant, most of the other students living up to the American stereotype of the obnoxious tourist, yelling over each other in order to be heard. To be fair, they weren't the only ones, although the place was basically full of tourists, because this place was cheap and it was now late at night. As a result their teacher shrugged off the comment, thinking nothing of it, while most of the class didn't hear. Unfortunately, some of them had to, hence the dying.
Then the teacher asked, "What about you Betty?"
Poor Betty was still too stunned to respond, at least not before MJ gleefully added, "It's okay, she already had a little something too."
Betty kicked her new roommate underneath the table, which honestly made matters worse, given that MJ's friends Peter Parker and Ned Leeds were sitting right next to them, and while they didn't seem to think anything of MJ's comments the kick caused them to frown, especially Peter, who looked right at her. Luckily all Betty had to do was glare at him and he returned his attention to his menu, looking for all the world like a scolded puppy. In that moment Betty kind of saw the same thing MJ must see in him. Because he really was kind of cute, and sweet, and total boyfriend material. If you were interested in that kind of thing. Which Betty was, just not now. Because she was still straight, right? Well, mostly. What was happening with Michelle Jones didn't count, because this was just a holiday fling and MJ was so hot anyone would want her.
It was kind of hard for Betty to convince herself of that, but MJ was making it easy by being a little ass hole, and not just with those comments. Throughout the entire meal one of MJ's hands had been touching her in some small way, either touching Betty's hand, her lower back, or even her thigh. And it wasn't just resting her hand there, as it was initially, but MJ massaging those areas with her fingers, which should have been weird and off-putting, or even ticklish, but after making her cum a ridiculous amount of times with those fingers, not to mention everything else they did, was somehow making every touch electric. The kind of electric which made her previously satisfied body ache for more. But she had to ignore that feeling and focus on the anger she felt towards MJ for doing that, and especially saying those things, in public.
She wanted to yell and scream at her, but MJ wasn't making it easy, because as soon as the meal was over MJ asked, "Hey, there's a supermarket just outside the hotel. Me and Betty were going to check it out, maybe get some snacks for tomorrow, or whatever. You guys wanna come?"
"Sure." Ned said without hesitation.
"I've got nothing else I have to do." Peter said with a weird sense of relief.
Which was weird, but Peter was always saying weird stuff, so Betty shrugged it off. Besides, she was busy being silently mad at MJ for ensuring that she couldn't scold her for her appalling behaviour. No, poor Betty would just have to hang on to that rage until they got back to the hotel room. Then again it didn't take them long to get to the supermarket, and instead of sticking together Ned and Peter went off in their own direction. More accurately, they went to the sweet section, where Betty thought they were all going, only for MJ to grab her by the hand and pull her towards the frozen food. Which distracted her, but now they were more or less alone the blonde couldn't pass up the opportunity to blow off some steam a little bit.
"What the hell was that?" Betty hissed.
"What was what?" MJ said, almost succeeding in sounding innocent, which just infuriated Betty even more.
"You know what?" Betty whisper yelled, turning some heads for a moment, which caused Betty to blush. But thankfully everyone went back to minding their own business soon afterwards, allowing her to protest softly, "If I had known you were going to say stuff like that, I would have never, you know..."
"Let me fuck you?" MJ questioned bluntly, but thankfully softly. Then when she saw Betty's horrified expression in return MJ added, "Relax, it wasn't like anyone really heard anything in there. And even if they did, they shrugged it off."
"You don't know that." Betty whined.
"You want me to ask Peter and Ned? See if they thought anything by it?" MJ teased.
"No!" Betty snapped, once again turning heads as she was too loud, "But you can't keep saying stuff like that, or someone is going to figure it out, you know?"
"If you're going to have sex, you really should be able to say it." MJ quipped nonchalantly, and then when she received another angry look from the other girl she placated her, "Relax. No one is going to figure it out."
"You don't know that." Betty whined.
"Sure I do." MJ insisted, again nonchalantly, and then when she received another look she explained with a sigh, "Look, they may be considered the smartest kids in New York, or even the country, but they're still horny teenage boys on vacation, and their stressed out teachers. Meaning that they're distracted."
Suddenly there was a loud crash, followed by Peter's voice echoing throughout the store, "Sorry!"
"And also, idiots." MJ added in her traditionally dry tone, and Betty couldn't help but laugh at it.
Unfortunately it was short-lived, because as much as Betty hated to admit it, MJ had a point, causing her to sigh, "Fine, but if you're wrong..."
"I'm not." MJ insisted, before finally picking up a can of whipped cream, nodding, and announcing, "There, this will do. Now we just need to get fruit."
"Wait..." Betty frowned, and then once she had MJ's full attention she questioned, "No ice cream?"
MJ smiled evilly, "Why do you think we need ice cream?"
"Erm..." Betty hesitantly began, not liking the look on MJ's face one bit, but continuing, "Aren't you making a banana split? You know, with the whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and sprinkles?"
"No, I'm not making a banana split." MJ revealed, leaning in so she could whisper, "I'm making a Betty Split."
And Betty Brant died of embarrassment, again. And then again, when she quickly squeaked, "What?"
"You know..." MJ grinned, even leaning back and increasing the sound of her voice as she began to explain, "It's like a banana split, except-"
"No, I got it." Betty interrupted her hurriedly.
"So do you want to get ice cream?" MJ offered.
"No!" Betty hissed.
"Because we can you know." MJ continued, absolutely loving this, "Hey, what's your favourite flavour? I'm guessing chocolate, and we can totally get that for you if you really want, but personally, I actually really like vanilla."
"Oh God." Betty whimpered.
"Hey guys, you got everything?" Peter asked cheerily, then noticed what MJ had in her hands and his eyes lit up, "Ooooooooh, making a banana split?"
"Something like that." MJ smirked, and then because she couldn't resist, "Hey Peter, what's your favourite flavour?"
"Of ice cream?" Peter questioned hopefully, before grinning, "That's easy, chocolate."
"Yeah, that's what I thought." MJ quipped, thinking back to Peter's last crush, and the one she was pretty sure he had now.
"Huh?" Peter frowned in confusion.
"I said we'll be just a few more minutes, okay?" MJ beamed.
"Oh, okay." Peter nodded, briefly wondering what he missed, and why Betty had a weird expression on her face, before shrugging it off and going back and search of his best friend.
Once he was out of ear shot Betty grumbled, "I hate you."
MJ just hummed in response, and headed towards the fruit section.
*
MJ would have loved to have teased Betty even further by giving a more explicit response, but she could tell she had probably pushed the uptight girl as much as she could at that point, and it was better to back off before she ruined things. After all, the point of all that was not to outright bully Betty, but just to playfully tease her. Also to get into her head. Let her think about what MJ wanted to do, and see if she found it appealing. Which was also why she initially kept her distance from the other girl, not just through the rest of the trip back to the hotel, but for at least an hour once they were back in the safety of their room. This gave Betty plenty of time to sulk about what had happened, and get used to the idea of Food Play.
Then just when MJ had been about to say something, Betty's insecurities clearly got the better of her, because she was the one who broke the silence, "Aren't we going too, you know?"
"You still want too?" MJ questioned hopefully.
"I don't know..." Betty obviously lied, before quickly pointing out, "You went too far, you know that, right?"
"I know, I'm sorry." MJ replied, although admittedly that was because she knew that's what Betty wanted to hear, before admitting, "But... I can be a bit of an ass hole sometimes, and would you even like me, if I wasn't? Isn't that like, part of the appeal for you?"
There was a brief pause, then Betty admitted, "I... I don't want to talk about what I like about you."
"Okay." MJ shrugged, sitting down on the bed next to Betty, "What do you want to talk about?"
Which was really clearly meant as a way out of this conversation, one that Betty barely hesitated to take. Hell, the little goody two shoes immediately dropped her gaze down to MJ's lips, and then back up to her eyes, making it very clear what she was thinking. Then MJ gave her a little smile, hopefully making it crystal clear exactly what she was offering. All of which happened in a couple of seconds, but somehow felt like even less time. Oh yes, it felt like MJ had only just sat down, when Betty was leaning forward, and pressing her lips to hers, in what was an impressively firm kiss for Little Miss I'm Straight. That same totally not gay girl then invited the other girl's tongue to come out to play with her own, an invitation that MJ was only too happy to take her up on.
For a few long minutes the two girls just made out, partly because MJ wanted to give Betty time to relax and get comfortable, and partly because she just really, really liked kissing this girl. Then she very slowly and carefully started removing the other girls clothes. To her delight, not only did Little Miss I'm Not Gay immediately start helping, but she wordlessly insisted on MJ taking off her clothes to join the kissing, so as a result they both ended up being naked along the way, mostly without having to break the lip lock. MJ did eventually break it though, because she still had her heart set on a yummy Betty Split, only to find that Betty was back to looking incredibly nervous. So to try and break the tension she grabbed the whip cream, and then after a brief pause she squirted some on her own nipples.
She was hoping for laughter from that one, but instead Betty just stared longingly at her tits, and softly asked, "I thought you were making a Betty Split?"
"I am." MJ promised softly, "I just thought this could be fun first, don't you think?"
Instead of replying with words Betty continued staring at MJ's tits for a few long seconds, then lent down and cautiously took a cream covered nipple into her mouth. MJ initially gasped at this, but that was quickly followed by a long moan, as Betty slowly sucked that yummy liquid off. She then moved over to the other nipple and repeated the process, before staring up at MJ expectantly. Which in turn made MJ grin wickedly, and then cover both her nipples in cream again, and thus restarting the process. Then to her delight Betty took the can from her, and then used it on her own boobs, causing the two teens to exchange a wide smile, before the black girl happily repeated what the white girl just did to her.
After MJ ordered softly of course, "Lay down."
Betty gulped softly at hearing that order, but didn't hesitate to obey it, laying flat on the bed on her back. MJ, being an ass hole again, just stood there for a few long seconds instead of just getting on with it, leaving Betty feeling exposed and embarrassed. It also made her incredibly flattered that someone as beautiful as Michelle Jones would look at her that way. Then MJ squirted a generous portion of whip cream all over Betty's boobs, especially considering they weren't that big. Although it was a little worrying that MJ went on to squirt three lines of cream up and down her stomach, and one up and down each leg, ending with another generous portion on her pussy. God, Betty was not prepared for how cold it would be against her sensitive flesh, or how it would feel to have it licked off of her.
She then raised an eyebrow as MJ got more goodies, then the ass hole protested with a wicked grin, "What? I said I was making a Betty Split. That means more than just a little whip cream. Mmmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhhhh, if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right.."
Which may Betty roll her eyes, but she didn't exactly protest when MJ started drenching her body in chocolate sauce and sprinkles, before finally decorating with a few strawberries and cherries. It was a miracle MJ didn't make a joke about the latter, but she didn't need too. The smile on her face said it all, and was more than enough to make Betty blush. Although maybe MJ was just admiring her handiwork? Whatever the case, it wasn't that long before MJ lent down and started eating the food that was decorating Betty's nipples. She replaced it a few times, before concentrating on using her tongue to clean those tits, which very much change the mood between them.
The fruit seemed more weird than sexy to Betty, at least until MJ had her mouth in that area, and her hot breath against her skin. Then she felt that tongue sliding over her, the one which had made her feel so good earlier, and already Betty was throwing her head back and letting out a long, loud moan. Which was followed by several more as her tits were slowly but surely cleaned, the other girl lingering a particularly long time on her nipples. So long that Betty wondered weather MJ had completely forgotten about the rest of her body. But for better or for worse, that wasn't the case, that little tongue beginning to travel over her stomach as she licked up all of the whip cream and chocolate sauce, and ate the cherry which had been placed on her bellybutton.
Every time MJ's tongue would travel downwards to the point she was just above where she needed her the most Betty's poor little heart beat faster, even though deep down she knew she wouldn't be so lucky, especially in the beginning. And sure enough MJ's tongue moved back up every time, until she had got everything there was to get from Betty's upper half. Even then she traveled lower than Betty wanted her too, the brunette simply ignoring the blonde's needy pussy and beginning to travel up and down her legs instead. But that was okay, because this meant the end was in sight, right? God, Betty didn't even care anymore that 'the end' meant another girl licking her pussy. Hell, at that point, she was willing to stick her head out of the window and scream, 'Betty Brant is a lesbian', at the top of her lungs, if it would mean that she would get what she wanted. Well, maybe.
But apparently MJ wasn't done, as suddenly she ordered, "Turn over."
"What?" Betty exclaimed angrily, "You can't be serious?"
"Why not?" MJ raised an eyebrow.
"This is cruel and unusual punishment." Betty whined.
"Me pleasuring you is cruel and unusual punishment?" MJ teased, trying and failing not to smile, "Because if that's how you feel, I can stop..."
"No!" Betty snapped.
"Then turn over." MJ pushed, "Come on, do it, and I'll give you a treat."
"I thought that was what you were doing." Betty pointed out with a grumble, slowly beginning to turn herself onto her side.
"No, this is a treat for me." MJ revealed truthfully, although admittedly she was trying to get Betty to blush. Not only did she succeed, but she did it again as she added, "Trust me, your treats coming."
As well as blushing it had Betty whimpering softly, before she pointed out, "Wait, this will totally mess up the sheets, and I didn't check whether we had a second pair."
"So?" MJ questioned.
"So where am I going to sleep?" Betty asked indignantly.
"With me, duh." MJ scoffed, before pointing out with a grin, "I mean, we might as well do it literally, now we've done it figuratively. Besides, you look like the type that would want to cuddle after."
There was a brief pause, then Betty questioned simply, "And... and you want to do that?"
"Why not?" MJ raised an eyebrow.
Another brief pause, and then Betty finished rolling over while murmuring, "Okay."
MJ wasn't sure why Betty was making a big deal out of the second part of that conversation. The girl wanted to cum, she could respect that, and was even using it against her to get what she wanted, but did Betty seriously think that MJ wasn't going to cuddle her afterwards? Okay, it wasn't exactly something she think she'd need from a guy, or even a girl, but the rules were different for each. She couldn't just treat banging a girl the same as banging a guy. And girls wanted to be held afterwards, didn't they? Admittedly that was a stereotype, and MJ didn't have the experience to know for sure, but she had a very good feeling it was what Betty would want. And she wanted to give this girl what she wanted, eventually. Of course she would be the big spoon, because MJ was the top here. Which was another thing which went without saying.
All of which echoed in MJ's head as she squirted whip cream and chocolate sauce down Betty's legs and back, before placing a generous portion on her ass. Honestly there was at least part of MJ which wanted to get straight to her ultimate destination. Betty would probably let her do it at this stage, especially if she made her cum nice and fast. However, there was also part of her which wanted to slide her tongue all over Betty's body, and that was the part she listened too, just so that she could be sure that by the time she gave the other girl her treat, there was no way she would refuse her. Oh yes, by the time she was done with her, Betty Brant would be begging Michelle Jones to do anything she wanted to her. Something MJ plan to take full advantage of.
Of course MJ didn't quite slide her tongue all over Betty's body, which was kind of a shame really. She was 100% sure when people said that it was an exaggeration, but she spent no time whatsoever on the other girl's feet and hands, and she knew just from playing with her own, they could be very sensitive. But while it was tempting to add them to the equation, it seemed kinder to them both to leave it to another day, in favour of giving Betty a back massage with her tongue, before going back to those legs. MJ even sped up her actions a bit, at lease compared with Betty's front, as the other girl was whimpering desperately with need, especially by the time she was getting the last bit of sticky liquid from the other girl's legs.
She then just admired Betty's whipped cream and chocolate sauce covered backside for a few long seconds, and then when she could sense just how annoyed the uptight girl was getting she began sliding her tongue over that. And okay, maybe she'd over done it with the cream in that area, because she got nothing but whipped cream and chocolate sauce from the first licks. However, it wasn't long after that her tongue touched flesh, and she was literally licking Betty Brant's butt. God, if someone had told her this was going to be something she did on this trip, she would have laughed in their face. And most likely told them to stop being weird, and gross. But here she was, and MJ had to admit, she was having a lot of fun. And she hadn't even got to the best part yet. The part which would make Betty's squirm for her like never before.
Betty thought it was weird that MJ was lingering in that area, but she didn't care, because she was so close to getting what she wanted she could taste it. However when her pussy finally got some attention, it wasn't in the way she was expecting. No, MJ only gave it one or two licks, and she didn't really breakthrough the whip cream much. After that she was using her hand to scoop the liquid directly into her mouth, in between long sessions of rubbing Betty's pussy lips. Which at first was a relief, because at least it was some attention, but after all that build up, it was nowhere near enough to satisfy. And at that point, Betty was just so desperate to get some attention, she was willing to do anything to get it. Even if that meant asking for it.
"MJ please..." Betty whimpered, struggling to find her words, and even blushing as she swore, "Fuck me! Oh God, ooooooooooooh, fuck me good. I want it! Please? Oh please, mmmmmmmmmm, lick me, lick my pussy, finger it, anything, ohhhhhhhhhhhh, anything, just make me cum. Please, you can... oh my God!"
She trailed off, and exclaimed at the end there, as MJ slid her tongue in between her butt cheeks. Which could be dismissed as trying to get all of the whipped cream and chocolate sauce that had been down there, but Betty suspected otherwise. Because there was nothing innocent about Michelle Jones. No, the wicked little rebel girl was trying to push her further into debauchery. And Betty wanted to let her. Oh God, this was so very dirty, and nothing Betty would've ever considered otherwise, but she just needed to cum so bad, and if MJ had proven anything, it was good she was ridiculously good at that. And well, Betty had just said that she would do anything. And those little fingertips rubbing against her cunt the entire time were making it easier. And oh God, it just felt so good.
As Betty predicted MJ licked every drop of chocolate sauce and cream from in between her ass cheeks, and then just kept licking. The only difference being that she started a very deliberate attack on Betty's most private hole in the process, which was exactly where the blonde had thought the brunette was going with this. Oh God, Michelle Jones was licking her ass hole! Giving her a rim job! Oh God, she couldn't believe this was really happening to her. Because Betty had researched all types of sex, and she was actually curious about everything, and this had been one area, she wished they had talked about, because she had no interest in doing it. And yet here she was, and it was way better than she thought it would be.
Of course it couldn't compare to getting her pussy licked, and it felt really, really weird to have something massaging her back there, especially as that something was a girl's tongue. But... God, it was so naughty and wrong, actually doing it was incredibly exciting. And after a while, maybe there was even some physical pleasure too. Not enough to make her cum, but she was sure that MJ's fingers would take care of that. Betty just hope that she wouldn't have to beg too cum for them. Oh who was she kidding? Of course she would have to beg to cum. But after this, and she was willing to wait again, just so that she could savour this unique experience, and allow MJ to do the same.
MJ would probably let Betty cum at this point if she had ask nicely for it. After all, she had teased her more than enough, and it may be good for both of them, if their first rim job was short and sweet. Sort of dipping their toes into the more kinky end of sex. Then again, this wasn't nearly as nasty as MJ feared it would be. In fact, she was having a lot of fun, so she was more than willing to do this for as long as Betty was happy with it. Although she tried to make it up to her by gently rubbing her pussy lips with her fingertips, making sure to linger on the other girl's clit, just like she did when eating pussy. In fact, that might've been more frequently.
About the same time she started to work on Betty's clit MJ began swirling her tongue around the other girl's butt hole, as well as simply up and down. Sometime after that she even tried to push her tongue into that incredibly tight hole. She didn't get very far, of course, providing proof, like she needed it, that Betty Brant was an anal virgin. Would she still be one by the end of this school trip? Not if MJ could help it, MJ thought with a wicked grin. Oh yes, she wanted to take this hole in every way possible. Hell, she wanted to fuck this uppity privileged white girl in every way possible. But of course, she couldn't get too lost in planning on the future, when the present was so delicious, so to speak.
Especially given the way that she had prim and proper little Betty Brant whimpering, crying out and even moaning in pure pleasure from getting her ass eaten out. Well, there was a growing sense of frustration, which did leave MJ feeling a little guilty, but mostly she enjoyed the fact that she was getting such a positive reaction. Admittedly, the pussy rubbing had a lot to do with that, especially as she focused more and more on Betty's clit as the minutes ticked by. Of course, she wasn't going to make Betty cum from a rim job. Or at least, she didn't think that was possible. But that was okay, because she had a plan to push the other girl over the edge, which was so obvious that even the inexperienced prude could see it coming.
"MJ please,mmmmmmmm, more! Give me more, oooooooooooh, finger me! Finger fuck me! Please? Oh my God, oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooooodddddddddddd!" Betty moaned and whimpered, struggling to speak because her need was so great, "Please fuck me, oh please, please, pleassssssssssseeeeeeeeee aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yeeeeeeeeeessssssssss, oh fuck me!"
"Well, since you asked so nicely." MJ quipped with a smug smirk on her face.
Something she only said after easily pushing her finger into Betty's cunt, something which unsurprisingly made the uptight girl go crazy. Did it make her cum? MJ didn't think so, but then, she wasn't trying to make her cum, not yet. No, she wanted to draw this out for longer, as long as Betty was up for it, so she could savour the feeling of Betty Brant quivering around her finger. And ideally later, fingers. Point being, she had fingered the other girl a few times now, but before she had been so caught up in the moment that she hadn't really savoured it. Now, she wanted to savour every second of it, which was certainly the case during the long, slow penetration. Hell, it might have even been a full minute, before that finger was all the way inside that hot little hole, and another minute before MJ started to fuck it.
Betty was amazed, and a little frustrated, that she didn't cum as soon as that finger was inside her. As in, the initial penetration. However mostly, she was just grateful to get more pleasure. Something she got to savour for a few long minutes as the pleasure gradually increased, until she just couldn't take it anymore, and came nice and hard. Something that MJ made her do over, and over, and over again, at first with just a single finger inside her pussy, while tonguing her butt. Betty wasn't sure what that said about her, if anything, but it certainly made her feel like a big slut, and a really twisted one at that. But in that moment, she really could care less. Oh yes, her mind became blissfully blank as MJ was again, maybe literally, fucking her brains out.
It would be a tremendous waste if her brilliant mind was destroyed, especially by something so mundane, but in that moment it truly felt worth it. Oh yes, Betty would have done anything if it meant she could stay on this incredible high, including grinding herself against MJ's pretty little face. Something that she had probably done before, and simply repressed. Especially as instead of putting her off, it only seemed to push MJ to fuck her harder, which was of course the ultimate goal of it. Which in this case involved MJ adding another finger into her needy little pussy, this time shoving it right in, instead of a gentle penetration, which of course, only made Betty cum harder and more frequently.
Honestly, she wasn't sure how long that process continued, but honestly, she thought she was going to pass out from it. All she knew was that one minute she was on cloud nine, and the next she was being slowly bought down from it by MJ decreasing the force of her finger thrusts, and her butt licks. Which allowed Betty to come crashing down to the reality of what they had just done, given that not only had she just had lesbian sex, but lesbian ass play, which was a taboo on top of a taboo. And Betty had loved every second of it, making her claims of being straight even more absurd than they were already, which was really saying something. Which made her blush, but she couldn't convince MJ she was mad about it, even for a second, because the truth was, she wasn't.
She wasn't even mad when MJ turned her over so that they were face to face, and then shoved her fingers into Betty's mouth, forcing her to taste herself. Oh God, MJ had taken her fingers straight from Betty's pussy, and shoved them into Betty's mouth, forcing her to taste her own cum and pussy cream. Something which instantly had the 'straight girl' moaning happily, while the girl who was actually comfortable about her sexuality grinned wickedly. Which would have annoyed Betty more, if she wasn't so busy sucking those fingers clean, and then kissing MJ. Kissing MJ, straight after the other girl had licked her ass! Oh God, Betty was going so far down the rabbit hole of perversion today. Something that MJ would mercilessly mock her for, if she didn't find something to distract her with.
Luckily Betty thought of the perfect thing, so she broke the kiss and announced, "Shower!"
"What?" MJ frowned in confusion.
"I need a shower." Betty clarified, indicating to her body, "I'm all... sticky."
"Oh..." MJ nodded slightly, realization hitting hard. Then a smile crossed her face, "Can I join you?"
Betty blushed fiercely, but surprised them both by replying, "Okay."
"Really?" MJ raised an eyebrow, before quickly adding, "I mean, lead the way."
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