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Subject: The Hunters, chapter 12 The Hunters – Chapter 12 Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction which features sexual activity between teenage boys, as well as between teenage boys and adults. If you do not want to read such a story, or it is illegal for you to do so because of your age or where you live, then I recommend you go read something else instead. Feedback is very welcome. So, if you are enjoying this story, please do drop me an email at hoo If you can, please support Nifty with a financial donation – whatever you can afford – so that this archive of stories can remain free and available. Just go to http://donate./ *** “I told you not to go,” Zach said. It was early Sunday morning. Will sat in his room, drinking coffee and trying to ignore an unwanted lecture. “I said it would only upset you.” Hoping to drown his boyfriend out, Will switched on the radio. No such luck. Zach just raised his voice. “And I was right, so next time, listen to me, okay?” Will poured himself another cup. “And go easy on the caffeine,” Zach continued. “You’ll be bouncing off the walls at this rate.” “You sound like my mother.” “Hardly. Unlike her, I care about your feelings.” “She cares too.” “So why hasn’t she phoned to check how you’re doing?” Will pretended to listen to the news headlines. “Well?” Zach pressed. “This isn’t easy for her.” “It’s ten times harder for you though. She should realise that and so should Josh, or are you going to tell me it’s hard for him too? Acting like he and Jonathan are best friends. Talk about rubbing your nose in it.” “He wasn’t doing it deliberately.” “Oh, please. Anyway, I’m only quoting what you said last night.” “I didn’t mean it. I was just angry.” “And you have every right to be! All Josh has ever done is lean on you. Only he thinks he doesn’t need you any more now Jonathan is there to take your place.” A chill swept through the blonde haired teenager. “That’s not true. Josh told me his bond with Jon will never be the same as his bond with me.” “That’s right. It’ll be better. Josh is nothing compared to you, but compared to Jonathan he’s a star. And that’s what he’s always wanted, Will. To climb out from under your shadow and have a chance to shine.” Will shook his head, while in his heart he knew his boyfriend was right. “You’ve spent your whole life worrying about him and your mother,” Zach went on. “But now, when the chips are down, neither of them can spare a thought for you.” “Of course I worry about them. They’re my family.” Zach stared at him. Will knew they were both thinking the same thing. Zach’s expression softened. “I don’t mean to sound cruel. I just hate seeing you hurt like this.” “I’m okay.” “No, you’re not, but you will be. I’ll get you through this.” “That’s what Mum said.” “And I’m sure she meant it. But that was before she met Jonathan. She promised she wouldn’t but she did, and I bet you she’s going to meet him again. Chances are that she’ll start to like him, just like Josh does. You can’t rely on either of them anymore, Will. It’s not their fault, but now Jonathan is on the scene things will never be the same and for your own sake you need to come to terms with that.” Will swallowed, feeling scared and alone. He hated the feeling, but hating it wouldn’t make it go away. “But nothing’s changed between us,” Zach reassured him. “You’re still that guy I fell in love with and you’ll always be able to rely on me.” Will’s mobile rang. It lay on the sofa between them. Zach picked it up, staring at the display. “It’s Josh,” he told Will. “He’s probably calling to say things are still the same, just like you did over lunch. Only you know better.” Again they stared at each other. “Don’t you?” “Yes.” Zach disconnected the call, before hugging his boyfriend. Will hugged him back, grateful that he was there. *** Josh stood in his own room, staring at his mobile display. “He cut me off! The bastard cut me off!” Angrily, he tossed the phone aside. It wasn’t fair, not after he had lain awake half the night, feeling guilty. That was why he had been calling, to explain that all here been trying to do was make Jon feel comfortable. After all, Jon was his responsibility. What else could he have done? Besides, it was hardly the end of the world. So Will had felt uncomfortable in his own home. Josh had felt like that all his life. Over the years the two of them had shared so many experiences. It was only right they should share that one too. A sleepy looking Hannah sat up in bed. “Who were you calling?” “No one.” “Are you coming back to bed?” He shook his head. His alarm would be going off soon, telling him to get ready for chapel. “Then I’ll make you a cup of tea,” she said. “Why don’t you have your shower and it’ll be ready by the time you’re done.” 15 minutes later he sat on his sofa, freshly scrubbed and dressed in his Sunday best. The tea was just as he liked it: strong and sweet. “Thanks for this,” he told her. She looked pleased. “My pleasure.” He nodded, wondering why she felt the need to do so much for him. Not that he was complaining. He liked being made to feel special. He wondered what his parents would think of her. Would they like her or would they think he could do better? Would they think he could never do better? Or would they realise he needed her to boost his ego and despise him for it? Assuming they cared enough to think anything at all. Hannah sipped her own coffee, wiping a lock of hair from her face. He stared at her, suddenly relieved she had not accompanied him to Hale. *** Mid morning. Jennifer opened the door to a man holding a bouquet of flowers and a rectangular box. “Mrs Hunter?” he asked. “Yes.” The man handed her the bouquet. She noticed it contained her favourite orchids. “Thank you,” she said. “Is the box for me too?” “No. It’s for your husband.” It was a bottle of scotch. “Do I need to sign anything?” she asked. The man shook his head. After thanking him again she closed the door and read the card attached to the flowers. `Dear Jennifer and Timothy, thank you for your hospitality and for making us feel so welcome. It was wonderful to meet you. Jon and Mike.’ She stared at the gifts. Together they must have been quite expensive. Unexpectedly, she was touched. Jonathan didn’t have much. He shouldn’t be spending so much on them. She would tell him so the next time she saw him. Except that she didn’t want there to be a next time. Again she read the card, wondering if Mike had insisted on being included in the greeting. It wouldn’t surprise her. Not that it mattered. Their relationship wouldn’t last long if she had anything to do with it. Jonathan deserved better. Only she didn’t care, she told herself. Jonathan could go out with whoever he chose. It was of no interest to her. Feeling unsettled, she sought refuge in action, searching for a vase big enough to hold the flowers. *** Noon. Will was sat in the library with two of his classmates. They were working on some French homework: a role-play conversation set in a restaurant. Will was playing the part of a waiter, whilst his classmates – Bryson Hines and Jade Spence – were a married couple out on a dinner date. They had been at it for nearly an hour. Will was doing his best to concentrate, but his mind kept wandering back to the events of the previous day. For the most part, he had lara kendi evi olan escort let the other two do the bulk of the work, meaning that the waiter, his character, became little more than a bit part in the role-play. As the scenario went on, Bryson and Jade Took the drama in a direction that, ordinarily, Will would have put a stop to. The married couple got into an argument, the wife accusing her husband of spending too long at work and not paying her enough attention. Bryson, however, was not a particularly good actor, and kept cracking up, much to Jade’s annoyance. Not wanting to face the girl’s wrath, Will did his best to keep himself together, disguising his laughter as a sneezing fit. Bryson grinned at him. He had dark hair and eyes and a mischievous expression. In fact, he bore a marked resemblance to Josh. With the pretend disagreement playing out before him, Will found himself remembering Christmas lunches with Josh and his parents and paternal grandparents. While their grandmother gave their mother unwanted tips on how best to cook vegetables, their grandfather interrogated his son about his work. Will and Josh had always had a bet on how long their father could go without swearing, and another on which of them could make the other laugh the quickest. Though Will sometimes won the first, he could never win the second. That was why he was good at masking his laughter now. Growing up with Josh had taught him all he needed to know. Suddenly, he was ten years old again, gorging himself on turkey, making faces at his brother across the table and begging his parents to let him have some wine. “You’re too young,” his father told him. “I’m not. French kids drink wine all the time.” “They do not,” his mother said. “Anyway, we don’t live in France.” “Bummer,” Josh muttered, instantly causing Will to lose the second bet. Not that he minded. What mattered was being with the people he loved and who loved him back. Only they wouldn’t have done. Not if they’d known. His head began to ache. He felt as if a virus had invaded his brain, searching out his most treasured memories, deleting his own image and inserting Jon in his place. Perhaps Jon was experiencing the same thing. He hoped so. But at least Jon could form new memories. After all, his real family was still alive. Will began to wonder what Bolton was like. He remembered having gone past the town before, on the drive from school back to Hale, never realising that this was where his home should have been. `What would my life have been like?’ he thought to himself. `What would I be doing?’ He tried to imagine himself in Jon’s place, studying at college, working part time in an electronics store and living in a council flat, only he couldn’t. He knew he would hate it, that it wouldn’t suit him at all. “Will?” Not that his current life was a bed of roses. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to go to Oxford or become an actuary. He was only doing so to make his father happy. Not that it was working. The only feeling his success seemed to inspire in his father was envy. “Will?” His real father sounded like a very different sort of man. The sort who would never have pushed his son to be something he didn’t want to be. The sort of father he would probably have chosen… “Will!” He snapped back into the present. Jade and Bryson were staring at him. He tried to look alert while wondering how long he had been lost in a world of his own. “So, do you think it’s a good idea?” Jade asked. “Um… It could be…” “I’m not so sure,” Bryson said, coming to his rescue. “I think we need a bit more dialogue before they ask for the bill.” “Yes, I suppose you’re right,” Jade replied. As his work partners put their heads together once more, Will mouthed “thank you” at Bryson and received a reassuring smile in return. It reminded him of the looks Josh had given him on so many occasions when they were younger and he’d needed help answering a difficult question. Except that was not how it had been. Josh had always been the one in need. His head continued to ache; the virus hungrily ripping his memories to shreds. *** Mid afternoon. Mike was sat in a pub, having a drink with friends from university. Jon phoned. He went outside to take the call. “I’ve been thinking about our holiday,” Jon said, on the other end of the line. Mike’s spirits soared. Since Josh’s appearance, holiday plans had become a thing of the past. “You still want to go?” “Of course. How about later this month? We could go just before Christmas, once you’ve broken up from uni.” “Yeah. Sounds good.” Two friends walked by, both mouthing the word `Party’ at him. “Where do you want to go?” Jon asked. “I don’t mind. Anywhere.” “You said you wanted some sun.” “Well, yes. That would be great. Though I’m not sure either of us can afford to go that far away.” “How does a week in a five star hotel in Barbados sound?” “Barbados? Jon, we can’t afford that.” “Yes, we can. The only real expense will be the flights.” “What about accommodation?” “Josh has taken care of that.” “What does Josh have to do with it?” “The guy who runs the hotel is a family friend. He’s going to let us stay there for free. Josh says the water sports are amazing. He’s going to teach me how to water ski and scuba-dive. Isn’t that great?” Mike didn’t answer, too busy feeling his heart sink through his stomach and down into the floor. “The hotel restaurant is amazing,” Jon continued. “Apparently the chef was trained by Gordon Ramsay.” “Right.” He hesitated. “It’s just… well, I’m not that keen on water sports.” “Neither is Hannah, so you two can chill by the pool while Josh and I do our thing and then we can all party in the evening.” “Right,” the man said again. “Well, try and sound enthusiastic. I’m offering you a dream holiday and you’re acting like it’s a wet weekend in Wales.” “That’s the point, Jon. I’d be happy with a weekend in Wales as long as it was just you and me. That’s what the holiday was supposed to be about, us having time together.” “But we will be together.” “Not if he’s there.” “Oh, for god’s sake…” “You know what I mean.” “So what do you want me to do? Call him back and say thanks to the freebie but you mind not coming with us as Mike doesn’t want you around?” “Of course not.” Jon sighed. “Mike, what’s the problem? I have the chance to spend quality time with my twin for the first time in my life and you want me to throw that away.” “I’m sorry…” “Yeah, so am I. Sorry I asked you to come.” Mike felt upset. It wasn’t just the words. It was also the tone. There was so much anger in his voice when only moments ago it’d been full of warmth. Just like Timothy’s had been when Olivia contradicted him. But that was stupid. Jon was nothing like Timothy. “Well,” Jon continued, “if you want to stay here and dodge the rain then be my guest.” “No, I want to come. You just took me by surprise, that’s all.” He risked a joke. “It’s your own fault for being as lovable as a Malteser.” “A Malteser?” “Don’t you remember those adverts that asked if you loved someone enough to give them your last Malteser?” “I think you mean Rolos.” “Was it?” Mike asked. “Then I take it back. I don’t like Rolos at all.” Jon laughed. Mike felt relieved. “Tell Josh it sounds fantastic.” “Look, I’ve got to get back to work. lara otele gelen escort I’ll show you the hotel website tonight. It’ll blow your mind.” Mike disconnected the call and stared out at the car park. A group of teenagers were filing out of a car. One of them, a blond haired lad, reminded him of William. Mike wondered if Will would feel as sick about the holiday as he did. Slowly, Mike made his way back to his friends. “Did you tell him about the party next Saturday night?” one of them asked. “I didn’t have time. He was in a rush.” “Well, try and come. It’ll be fun.” He nodded, knowing it would be but also knowing that Jon wouldn’t commit until he knew what Josh was doing. Because Josh came first now: the magical twin who could do no wrong. If Mike wanted their relationship to last, he would just have to learn to live with it. And he would try, he really would. `But what if I can’t?’ a voice in his head asked. *** Late afternoon. Jennifer went to answer the phone. “Hi, Mum,” the voice on the other end said. “It’s Will.” Relief swept over her. It was hours since she had left a message to say she was thinking of him. His silence had suggested he was still angry. “Sorry to be ages calling you back,” he said. “I’m swamped under with school work.” She went to sit in the living room. “What are you working on?” “Nothing you’d be interested in.” “Try me.” He laughed. “I have done in the past. Your eyes just glaze over.” “That’s not true.” “So you want to hear all about factor and remainder theorem, then?” “Oh, yes. More than anything.” “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” It was her turn to laugh. Suddenly she felt absurdly happy. He always had this effect on her. The mere sound of his voice could brighten the dullest of days. As he talked her through what they were currently studying in his mathematics lessons, she feigned interest while knowing that she wasn’t fooling him in the slightest. Not that it mattered. It was just part of their routine. “That all sounds fascinating,” she told him. “But now you’re going to tell me you hear someone at the door.” Again she laughed. “Am I that obvious?” “Afraid so. Not that I blame you. It bores me too.” “Don’t say that. You’re a natural at it. Just like your…” She stopped, kicking herself. “Father?” he said, finishing the sentence for her. “Their visit was his idea. I didn’t want them here.” “You don’t need to explain.” “You’re not cross with me?” “No.” “Honestly?” “Honestly.” She sat back on the sofa, staring out into the hall where Jonathan’s flowers stood on a table. They were beautiful but they would soon wither and die. They didn’t mean anything. Not like speaking to William. “I’m sorry too,” he said. “Don’t be. I know how you must’ve felt.” Which she did. Having to sit and watch her welcome another son into the family… it must have felt like such a rejection. “I knew it would be hard. I just didn’t expect it to be as bad as that.” Guilt consumed her. “It didn’t mean anything,” she said. “It was just a case of being polite.” “Yeah, right.” “You don’t believe me?” He didn’t answer. Though his pain distressed her, a tiny part of her was glad of it. There was nothing as reassuring as knowing how intensely one was loved. “Will?” “I want to…” “But?”1 “You saw what they were like together.” “They?” she queried. “Josh and Jonathan.” She felt as if she had been slapped. “It’s not just them being identical,” he said. “It’s the way they act.” `Joshua is the one he’s upset about,’ she realised. `Not me. Not me at all!’ Her sense of guilt vanished, replaced by indignation. “It’s like they’ve known each other all their lives,” he continued. “I see,” she said coldly. “When we were little everyone used to refer to us as `The Twins’. It pissed me off sometimes but it was true. We were a unit. Only we’re not any more. Now Jonathan is here I feel like a bit part player in my own brother’s life.” “Well, that’s rather between you and him, isn’t it?” “What do you mean?” “If you’ve got a problem with Josh, I’m hardly the one to talk to, am I?” “I’m just saying…” “I know exactly what you’re saying. If Josh so much as smiles at Jonathan it’s a tragedy whereas I could invite him to move in and it wouldn’t bother you.” She exhaled. “Thank you, Will. It’s nice to know just how low I rank in your affections.” “Don’t be daft, Mum. I’m not saying that at all.” “Yes, you are.” “Why are you being like this?” “Perhaps because I imagined seeing me with Jonathan might have actually bothered you a little.” “It did. Mum…” “Yet all you can do is talk about Josh. How do you think that makes me feel?” “You tell me. After all, your feelings are the only ones that matter.” She was taken aback. “I beg your pardon…” “Your message said you were worried about me but that was crap. The only thing you were worried about was that I haven’t been sobbing down the phone, asking for reassurance that you still love me. I’m surprised you didn’t rig up a boxing ring in the garden so Jonathan and I could slug it out to prove which one of us was most deserving of your affection.” “But I do care about you. You know I do. It’s just… well, can’t you see how difficult this is for me?” “You’ve got another son who wants you to love him. How difficult is that?” “How difficult do you think? I raised the wrong son. Can you imagine how bad that makes me look?” In the silence that followed she realised how shallow she must’ve sounded. How shallow she really was. Just as Timothy had said. And she couldn’t stand it, so she lashed out. “All I want is a little loyalty. That’s not much to ask for, is it? Not after all I’ve done for you. I mean, you’re not even my child…” He ended the call. She remained on the sofa, trying to summon anger but feeling only self-loathing. Putting down the receiver, she burst into tears. *** That evening Jon showed Mike the hotel website. They sat together in Jon’s bedroom, staring at his laptop screen. Mike kept saying how amazing it looked, how great their holiday would be and how pleased he was that Josh and Hannah would be coming with them. Saying all the things Jon wanted to hear. Only Jon didn’t. Not when he knew Mike didn’t mean a word of it. Jon felt frustrated. Why couldn’t his boyfriend be as happy as he was? If their situations were reversed, he would be happy for the man. Mike began to talk about things they would need to buy for the trip. As Jon listened he found himself wishing the man that wasn’t coming at all. But he did want Mike to come. He loved him. Since his parents had died he had never loved anyone as much… except Josh. `So who would you choose, if you could only have one of them in your life?’ The question flashed in his brain like a neon sign. He tried to ignore it, scared of what the answer might be. “Are you listening?” Mike asked. “Yes. You’re asking if we should take Maltesers or Rolos and my view is that there’s enough room in my bag for both.” Mike laughed. Jon put his arm around him, kissing his cheek, while praying there really was enough room. He reached his hand down towards Mike’s lap, hoping that a good sex session would bring them closer together. Jon continued to feel and gently rub Mike up through his jeans. The man quickly responded to his touch, his appendage soon hardening. lara rus escort Mike relaxed, stretching out on the bed as he enjoyed the attention Jon was giving him. “Oh, yeah. That feels so good babe,” the man groaned. Leaning in, Jon kissed his boyfriend. As their tongues entwined, the teenager’s fingers got to work unbuckling the man’s belt. Soon, Mike was unzipped, his jeans pulled down his legs. The man’s boxer shorts quickly followed, revealing a very stiff prick. “You want me to do something about this?” Jon asked, wrapping his fingers around the hard member and giving it a couple of strokes. “Fuck, yeah.” Shuffling down the bed, Jon lowered his head. He took his lover’s cock deep into his mouth and enjoyed its ripe taste. Keeping one hand at the base of Mike’s penis, he placed the other on his boyfriend’s thigh and slowly caressed it. “Mmmmm,” Mike moaned. “That is really something, babe. So good. So fucking good.” Jon was in heaven, savouring the sensation of sucking on Mike’s dick. As he continued to blow his boyfriend, goose bumps ran down his arms at the thought of soon having the hard piece of meat pushing up inside his tunnel. The teenager’s starfish twitched, craving the feel of cock inside it. For now, however, he was content to suck his lover’s penis and enjoy its earthiness. With his lips moving up and down, Jon moved his hand towards Mike’s scrotum, cradling and massaging its ripe, hanging balls. “Ohhhhh, yeah,” the man hissed. Placing a hand on Jon’s head, he ran his fingers through the youngster’s hair. “God, you’re gonna make me cum soon.” “Fuck, yeah,” the sixteen-year old replied, momentarily letting his boyfriend’s erection slip out from between his lips. “I wanna taste your load. Shoot in my mouth.” Jon didn’t have to wait for long. Less than thirty seconds of sucking later, Mike unloaded in the teenager’s orifice: six spurts of tangy jizz. Despite the youngster’s best efforts, some still leaked out. After swallowing what he could of the creamy load, Jon licked his lips, trying to catch any escaped spunk. “Fucking hell,” Mike panted. “That was incredible, Jon.” “Thanks,” the sixteen-year old replied. “Do you think you’ve got another one inside you?” “Always.” “Good. `Cos I need you to fuck me.” “I’m sure I can manage that,” Mike replied. As he looked into his boyfriend’s eyes, he noticed a droplet of cum on Jon’s chin. Scooping it up with his index finger, he offered it to the teenager. Jon parted his lips, taking the digit inside his mouth and sucking on it just like he’d been sucking on its owner’s cock. After pulling his finger out of Jon’s mouth, Mike leaned in and kissed the teenager. Their tongues soon began to duel, the man tasting the remnants of his own load. Eventually they broke their kiss. Moments later, Jon had pulled his clothes off. He got himself in position on the middle of the bed: bent down on all fours, his peachy arse sticking up ready for his boyfriend. Mike knelt behind him. Bringing his face towards the lad’s hole, he breathed in the heady aroma. Sticking out his tongue, he began to lap at the pink starfish. “Ooohhh, ooohhhh,” Jon moaned. “You like that, don’t you babe?” the man asked. “Too fucking right I do.” Mike set to work, licking and sucking at the teenager’s opening, before spearing it with his tongue. Eventually, Mike replaced it with a lubed-up a finger. A second digit soon followed. The teasing and stretching lasted for several minutes. All the while, Jon moaned with delight, pleading for Mike to fuck the living daylights out of him. “Come on Mike,” the sixteen-year old begged. “Don’t keep me waiting any longer. Just give me what I need.” Mike shuffled forwards. Once in position, he squirted some KY onto his fingers and smeared it over his throbbing erection. He pushed forwards, the head bursting through the tight sphincter. Slowly, Mike pushed the rest of his length in, enjoying the velvety smoothness of Jon’s tunnel. Finally, he was all the way in, his blonde bush pressed against the teenager’s buttocks. After a short pause, the man began to withdraw, before pushing back in again. In, out, in, out, building up a steady rhythm. Soon, they were fucking like animals, Jon helping Mike get deeper and deeper as he wiggled his hips and felt his chute stretch so wonderfully. “Fuck me, fuck me,” the teenager yelled. Mike grunted and moaned as he really let himself loose, giving Jon the fuck the boy craved. Eventually, Mike began to feel the tell-tale signs of his approaching orgasm: balls tingling, cock swelling. “Fuck Jon, I’m gonna blow.” “Oh yeah. Fill me up.” Mike growled as several strings of cum erupted deep inside his boyfriend’s rectum. Almost simultaneously, Jon began to ejaculate, his sticky seed splattering across the duvet. “That was amazing,” the man said, as he pulled his lover down onto the bed. “Yeah, it was,” Jon agreed, snuggling up against his boyfriend. *** Two in the morning. Unable to sleep, Will sat alone on his sofa. A half empty bottle of whisky stood on his desk. He downed his glass, trying to drown the thoughts that buzzed in his head like hornets. Though the room was in darkness, the curtains were open and the light from the moon allowed him to see. He stared at the posters on the far wall, remembering how his mother had commented on them during her last visit, after promising he would always be her son. It was hard to believe that had only been five days ago. `After all I’ve done for you. I mean, you’re not even my child…’ Her voice continued to ring around his head. No doubt she would apologise, claiming she hadn’t meant it. He would tell her it was forgotten, playing the role of the perfect son, just as he had done all his life. Only it would be a lie. What was said could never be unsaid and from now on, whenever they spoke, he would always be hearing those words. He wondered how long it would be before he heard something similar from Josh. He refilled his glass, knowing he would hate himself in the morning. But that was hours away and he still had the night to get through first. He thought of the photograph Jonathan had shown him of his real family. At the time he wanted to tear it to shreds but now he wished he could see it again. Not that it would change anything. They would still be dead. Perhaps, if he had lived Jonathan’s life, he would be too. Perhaps he would have been in the car with them. Perhaps his life would have ended six years earlier with nothing but a name on a tombstone to prove he had ever existed. Or perhaps they wouldn’t have made that fateful journey and would still be alive. Perhaps he would be living with them, helping his father do up old cars and teasing his sister about her boyfriends just as he teased Olivia. It might have been a good life. He might have been happy. Only now he would never know. Jonathan was the one who had known them. Jonathan was the one they had loved. And he envied him that. But Jonathan was also the one who had suffered. Suffering that should by rights have been his. Would he have coped as well? Would he have coped at all? He didn’t want to think about it. The guilt was too much to bear. Time passed. 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