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Patsy Suggs pulled the pans from the oven. She set them aside to cool before assembling the layers and frosting the strawberry limeade cake. She began mixing the ingredients for her famous potato salad. She covered the large bowl with plastic wrap and placed it in the black French door refrigerator with bottom freezer. The not quite 60 year-old moved a baking dish with pork chops marinating in citrus juices, garlic, and honey to the side to make room.
The meter maid stepped out the back door to have a quick cigarette on the tiny deck of her Brooklyn semi detached three-bedroom, one-and-a-half-bath house. Today was her grandson’s, oops she meant granddaughter’s, s*******nth birthday. She had planned a lunch with some family and Maya’s best friend to celebrate the occasion.
Patsy’s three sisters were coming. Sondra was supposed to bring green bean casserole. Her twin, Ronda, was making cornbread. And, Vickie was bringing her signature bourbon slush.
Patsy walked back inside. She heard the toilet flush and then the water run in the lavatory off the kitchen. Her only son, Benny, exited the bathroom. He was the middle c***d. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey, ma,” smiled the five-foot-nine, trim and toned man before kissing his mother’s cheek.
“What time you gonna start grilling the chops?”
“I’m finna go fire up the grill now, ma.” Benny walked towards the door.
“Put on a jacket. It’s kinda chilly out there,” she warned.
Upstairs, Patsy’s firstborn, Nakita, was in her bedroom. The 37 year-old with the tomboy haircut was updating her lesson plan for the week. She taught orchestra, jazz, and music theory at one of the NYC public schools. Kita, as she was known to the family, was the only one of Patsy’s three c***dren to have gone to college and not spent time behind bars. She was an almost-butch lesbian. She was also on the mortgage with her mom which had made purchasing the home much easier for both women.
Next to Kita’s room, was the one belonging to Maya.
Maya rolled over and pulled the covers over her head. She was not ready to emerge from her slumber. Since her Uncle Benny had returned from a three-year stint in prison for witness tampering. Maya’s mom, Alanna, was currently serving a sentence at Albion Correctional Facility for a criminal possession of a controlled substance. Maya was not like her mother or Uncle Benny. She followed the rules. She was a good student. Eight months ago, she came out to her family. Though it was tough for them, they were doing their best to support her.
Later that afternoon, the guests began to arrive. Maya came downstairs wearing a dress with an off-white lace bodice top and pale pink skirt bottom. The leggy, dark-brown sparkle snatcher with the golden undertone also had on large silver hoop earrings and rhinestone ankle strap sandals with 4-inch block heels. Her makeup was flawless. The wavy, bouncy lace-front wig fell just below her ears allowing her aristocratic, elongated neck to be showcased.
The guests greeted her with a soulful rendition of the birthday song.
“Happy birthday, baby,” Patsy hugged her.
“You look great,” Aunt Ronda said before smooching her.
“Yassss, queen,” snapped Maya’s bestie, Yaotel Huerta.
The folks ate, laughed, and had a good time.
Benny’s homeboy, Lucky, stopped by to drop off some weed.
“Dat’s yo’ niece,” inquired the gangster.
“Yeah!”
“She cute!”
“Shut tha fuck up, nigga,” admonished Benny.
“I’m jus’ fuckin’ witcha! Yo! Who dat?”
“Her friend, Yaotel.”
“He legal?”
“Yeah. He 17 too I think.”
“Can I hang for a minute.”
“Sure!”
Lucky made his way through the crowd and eventually got close to the Mexican-American cuntboy. “You cute,” Lucky whispered.
“Thanks,” blushed the olive-skinned femboi.
“What you doin’ after dis?”
“Just walking back home.”
“I got a whip. I can drive you if you want.”
“That’d be great!”
The party wound down. Patsy and Maya thanked everyone for coming. Nakita, Sondra, Ronda, and Vickie were already cleaning up. Patsy joined her daughter and sisters. Maya went up to her room. Benny was outside washing down the grill.
Maya peeked out of the window and saw Yaotel getting into the passenger side of a black clearcoat 2005 Lincoln Navigator with 22-inch chrome rims. She also spotted the six-foot-two, medium-brown, athletic guy with dreadlocks hopping in the driver’s seat.
Lucky started the engine. The amped up sound system blasted 1990s gangsta rap. He drove slowly down the street. “Wheah yo man at?”
“What,” asked Yaotel.
“Yo’ nigga? I know some muthafucka gotta be tappin’ dat ass, yo!”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Want one?”
“Sure!”
“How old you is?”
“I’m 17.”
“You legal! Let me be yo’ nigga!”
“But I’m…”
“Quit playin’ li’l punk! You in mah whip. You know wassup!”
Lucky turned down an alley and brought the SUV to a stop. He placed the palm of his hand on Yaotel’s head. He forced the wide-eyed sissy down to his crotch. He pulled out his hard eight-inch dick and barked, “Suck it, faggit!”
Yaotel resisted slightly. “Stop,” the queer protested.
“Shut tha fuck up, bitch! Open dat mouf!”
Yaotel kissed the mushroom head. The scent emanating from Lucky’s musty balls reminded him of pungent cheese and foul farts. He gagged a bit.
Lucky pushed him on his thick cock. “Ahhh! Shit, bitch!”
The girly bottom sucked it like a pro. The sassy, effeminate dude slurped and jacked the shaft. He slobbered. He tickled the hairy nut sack with his dainty fingers.
Lucky came hard flooding Yaotel’s throat.
Lucky took the Latin sissy home.
That night, everyone was asleep at Patsy’s except for Benny. The excon was tossing and turning in the twin size bed. For some reason he could not get comfortable. He was horny and needed a release. He threw off the covers and walked over to Maya’s bed. He pulled the comforter back revealing her slender, svelte body and slim, smooth, succulent, spherical butt. Benny began masturbating over his half-sister’s c***d.
Maya felt the cool air on her naked skin. She woke up. She looked over her shoulder and saw Uncle Benny. “What the…”
“Shhhhh,” whispered the sexy, thirtysomething thug. “Let me stroke.”
“Huh?”
“Be quiet. Go back to sleep!”
“Uncle…”
“I said hush up, gurl!”
Benny mounted the slender vixen.
“Oh my god,” balked Maya. “Stop!”
“Quit fightin’, gurl! I ain’t finna fuck you!”
“What?!?!?”
“I just wanna hot dog yo’ booty real quick.”
Benny hooked his arms underneath Maya’s chest. He humped as his meaty, 8-inch dick slid between the supple, silken butt cheeks. His cock did not penetrate her, but his precum leaked and he felt the heat from her virgin hole.
“You got a pretty li’l ass, gurl,” Benny remarked.
“But Uncle…”
“You know you like this dick in that ass crack!”
“I kinda…”
“Yeah, bitch,” he spoke in her ear. “You remind me of my celly!”
“Really?!?”
“Yeah, gurl!”
“He was slim and fine like you. Real muthafuckin’ girly too! I fucked the shit outta him every night!”
“Oh my god,” whined the tart.
Benny rose up. He skeeted all over Maya’s glutes and returned to his bed. He passed out.
Benny dreamt he was back in Atica locked up. His cellmate, Sina, was crawling into his bunk.
The short, delicate Sina had a trim, hairless frame. Benny had seduced the always horny pussyboi within a week of his arrival at Wyoming Correctional Facility.
In the dream, Sina sat on his long, hard dick. The bitch bottom eased down the tool.
“Fuck, Sina,” Benny groaned.
“You like this boipussy, nigga,” asked the fine, honey-colored bottom.
“Yeah, faggit! It so tight!”
“Fuck me, Benny! Fuck my faggy pussy!”
“Yeah, bitch! You my bitch!”
“I’m all yours, daddy!”
Benny’s prick stood at attention all night. He woke up horny as hell.
Maya was bouncing around the room.
Patsy and Kita were already out of the house.
“We good,” quizzed Benny.
“Yeah!”
“You ain’t tryna stay home from school for ya birthday, gurl?”
“I hadn’t thought about it.”
“Chill wit’ Uncle Benny.”
“Okay, I will.”
Benny rolled a blunt and shared it with Maya. They got high.
Benny said, “Let me see dem li’l titties you growin’, bae!”
“Okay,” Maya stripped down.
Her budding breasts were just nubs really.
Benny grinned, “A mouthful is all you need. Come here!”
Maya went over to her uncle. Benny licked her nipples. Maya cooed and wriggled. Benny held her tight.
“You wanna suck it, baby gurl,” the man asked.
“Yes, sir!”
“Get on it, den!”
Maya grabbed the stiff rod with her lovely fingers. She pecked the tip with her luscious lips. She opened wide and maneuvered down the length.
“Ah, fuck,” bellowed Benny. “Dat mouf feel good!”
The much stronger, well-toned dude picked up his niece and put her on the bed. He spat on her pink pussy hole and angled his dick at the entrance. He pushed inside.
“Owwwww,” wailed Maya.
“Relax, gurl! Take dis dick,” Benny ordered.
“Oh my god, Uncle Benny!”
“Dis ass tight! Let me get dis pussy!”
“Fuck me, Unc!”
“Yeah! Gimme dat virgin booty hole.”
Benny flipped Maya onto her stomach and climbed on the bed. He began pile driving.
“Oh shit,” she whined.
“Yeah, fag tranny bitch! Dis my pussy!”
“Oh my god!”
“Yeah, hoe!”
Benny hammered. He came like dormant volcano that had just erupted.
Benny fucked Maya again about 30 minutes later.
Later that afternoon, Benny suggested, “If you like dick, we can make a li’l money.”
“How so?”
“I can invite some niggas over and they can pay me. We’ll split it.”
“Uhhhh...Okay. I guess.”
“Dat’s wassup, gurl!”
Over the next week, Benny set up a few roughnecks he knew.
Lucky tapped Maya’s ass. Benny rented her out to a Dominican dude from down the street. He pimped her out to a Nigerian nigga. He charged a Bahamian to plow Maya.
Things were looking up. The income was paltry. Benny was ready for a bigger payday. He got dressed that morning and went to the Diamond District. He walked into store front and spotted an old friend, Nafiz Abboud.
Nafiz immigrated from Yemen to the United States in 1980. He was 22 years old at that time. Since then, he married a Bahraini woman, started a business, fathered three c***dren, became an American citizen, and discovered tranny porn.
Benny and Nafiz knew one another through some nefarious dealings in the past.
“Peace and blessings, Benny,” Nafiz said warmly.
“Sup, bruh,” Benny replied equally happy.
“Things are good! Talk to me,” the bearded, beige man with the stout body stated.
Benny leaned close and spoke in a low, deliberate tone. “Got a barely legal T.S. for rent.”
“Really,” the 61 year-old Muslim-American perked up.
“Yeah! She hot!”
“When can I meet her?”
“Tonight if you free.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Text me the details. I’ll be free by 7:00.”
Benny checked into a motel. The room was outfitted with a king bed, a comfortable wingback chair, a desk, a dresser, and a wardrobe. He flipped the light switch and looked at Maya. “Get ready!”
Maya disappeared into the cramped bathroom. She douched, showered, and rubbed lotion on her lustrous body. She put on a pair of assless wet-look shorts and some 5-inch cheetah print platform heels. She wafted fragrance in the air and twirled through it.
Nafiz arrived a few minutes later. The five-foot-ten Middle Eastern man delighted in what he saw. “Very, very sexy!”
“Thank you, sir,” Maya smiled.
Nafiz pulled out his fat, flaccid cock. Maya crawled towards him and put it in her mouth. The prick grew to over eight inches.
“You like this big Arab cock, gurl,” checked the naturalized citizen.
“Goodness yes,” she replied eagerly.
“Lay back on that chair,” instructed the jeweller.
With Maya’s legs sticking in the air, Nafiz rammed his manhood into her tranny pussy. He held onto the back of the chair for balance. He thrust forcefully.
Maya whined, “Oh my god!”
“It’s big, yeah,” Nafiz grinned.
“Oh yeah! It’s huge! Oh, daddy!”
“Take my big Arab cock, tranny slut!”
“Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Nafiz and Maya moved to the bed. They fucked missionary style.
“Cute little tits,” remarked the man.
“Thank you,” Maya purred.
“Your pussy feels so good. Look at my dick in the chocolate booty!”
Nafiz lowered his hairy torso onto Maya’s velvety body.
“You are beautiful. The old men from the mosque will love fucking you. The young guys will get some good practice pussy!”
Nafiz tore Maya a new booty hole over the course of the next two hours.
As he left the room, he peeled off five C-notes and placed them on the desk by the door.
Benny gave two hundred bucks to Maya and kept the rest for himself.
The meter maid stepped out the back door to have a quick cigarette on the tiny deck of her Brooklyn semi detached three-bedroom, one-and-a-half-bath house. Today was her grandson’s, oops she meant granddaughter’s, s*******nth birthday. She had planned a lunch with some family and Maya’s best friend to celebrate the occasion.
Patsy’s three sisters were coming. Sondra was supposed to bring green bean casserole. Her twin, Ronda, was making cornbread. And, Vickie was bringing her signature bourbon slush.
Patsy walked back inside. She heard the toilet flush and then the water run in the lavatory off the kitchen. Her only son, Benny, exited the bathroom. He was the middle c***d. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey, ma,” smiled the five-foot-nine, trim and toned man before kissing his mother’s cheek.
“What time you gonna start grilling the chops?”
“I’m finna go fire up the grill now, ma.” Benny walked towards the door.
“Put on a jacket. It’s kinda chilly out there,” she warned.
Upstairs, Patsy’s firstborn, Nakita, was in her bedroom. The 37 year-old with the tomboy haircut was updating her lesson plan for the week. She taught orchestra, jazz, and music theory at one of the NYC public schools. Kita, as she was known to the family, was the only one of Patsy’s three c***dren to have gone to college and not spent time behind bars. She was an almost-butch lesbian. She was also on the mortgage with her mom which had made purchasing the home much easier for both women.
Next to Kita’s room, was the one belonging to Maya.
Maya rolled over and pulled the covers over her head. She was not ready to emerge from her slumber. Since her Uncle Benny had returned from a three-year stint in prison for witness tampering. Maya’s mom, Alanna, was currently serving a sentence at Albion Correctional Facility for a criminal possession of a controlled substance. Maya was not like her mother or Uncle Benny. She followed the rules. She was a good student. Eight months ago, she came out to her family. Though it was tough for them, they were doing their best to support her.
Later that afternoon, the guests began to arrive. Maya came downstairs wearing a dress with an off-white lace bodice top and pale pink skirt bottom. The leggy, dark-brown sparkle snatcher with the golden undertone also had on large silver hoop earrings and rhinestone ankle strap sandals with 4-inch block heels. Her makeup was flawless. The wavy, bouncy lace-front wig fell just below her ears allowing her aristocratic, elongated neck to be showcased.
The guests greeted her with a soulful rendition of the birthday song.
“Happy birthday, baby,” Patsy hugged her.
“You look great,” Aunt Ronda said before smooching her.
“Yassss, queen,” snapped Maya’s bestie, Yaotel Huerta.
The folks ate, laughed, and had a good time.
Benny’s homeboy, Lucky, stopped by to drop off some weed.
“Dat’s yo’ niece,” inquired the gangster.
“Yeah!”
“She cute!”
“Shut tha fuck up, nigga,” admonished Benny.
“I’m jus’ fuckin’ witcha! Yo! Who dat?”
“Her friend, Yaotel.”
“He legal?”
“Yeah. He 17 too I think.”
“Can I hang for a minute.”
“Sure!”
Lucky made his way through the crowd and eventually got close to the Mexican-American cuntboy. “You cute,” Lucky whispered.
“Thanks,” blushed the olive-skinned femboi.
“What you doin’ after dis?”
“Just walking back home.”
“I got a whip. I can drive you if you want.”
“That’d be great!”
The party wound down. Patsy and Maya thanked everyone for coming. Nakita, Sondra, Ronda, and Vickie were already cleaning up. Patsy joined her daughter and sisters. Maya went up to her room. Benny was outside washing down the grill.
Maya peeked out of the window and saw Yaotel getting into the passenger side of a black clearcoat 2005 Lincoln Navigator with 22-inch chrome rims. She also spotted the six-foot-two, medium-brown, athletic guy with dreadlocks hopping in the driver’s seat.
Lucky started the engine. The amped up sound system blasted 1990s gangsta rap. He drove slowly down the street. “Wheah yo man at?”
“What,” asked Yaotel.
“Yo’ nigga? I know some muthafucka gotta be tappin’ dat ass, yo!”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Want one?”
“Sure!”
“How old you is?”
“I’m 17.”
“You legal! Let me be yo’ nigga!”
“But I’m…”
“Quit playin’ li’l punk! You in mah whip. You know wassup!”
Lucky turned down an alley and brought the SUV to a stop. He placed the palm of his hand on Yaotel’s head. He forced the wide-eyed sissy down to his crotch. He pulled out his hard eight-inch dick and barked, “Suck it, faggit!”
Yaotel resisted slightly. “Stop,” the queer protested.
“Shut tha fuck up, bitch! Open dat mouf!”
Yaotel kissed the mushroom head. The scent emanating from Lucky’s musty balls reminded him of pungent cheese and foul farts. He gagged a bit.
Lucky pushed him on his thick cock. “Ahhh! Shit, bitch!”
The girly bottom sucked it like a pro. The sassy, effeminate dude slurped and jacked the shaft. He slobbered. He tickled the hairy nut sack with his dainty fingers.
Lucky came hard flooding Yaotel’s throat.
Lucky took the Latin sissy home.
That night, everyone was asleep at Patsy’s except for Benny. The excon was tossing and turning in the twin size bed. For some reason he could not get comfortable. He was horny and needed a release. He threw off the covers and walked over to Maya’s bed. He pulled the comforter back revealing her slender, svelte body and slim, smooth, succulent, spherical butt. Benny began masturbating over his half-sister’s c***d.
Maya felt the cool air on her naked skin. She woke up. She looked over her shoulder and saw Uncle Benny. “What the…”
“Shhhhh,” whispered the sexy, thirtysomething thug. “Let me stroke.”
“Huh?”
“Be quiet. Go back to sleep!”
“Uncle…”
“I said hush up, gurl!”
Benny mounted the slender vixen.
“Oh my god,” balked Maya. “Stop!”
“Quit fightin’, gurl! I ain’t finna fuck you!”
“What?!?!?”
“I just wanna hot dog yo’ booty real quick.”
Benny hooked his arms underneath Maya’s chest. He humped as his meaty, 8-inch dick slid between the supple, silken butt cheeks. His cock did not penetrate her, but his precum leaked and he felt the heat from her virgin hole.
“You got a pretty li’l ass, gurl,” Benny remarked.
“But Uncle…”
“You know you like this dick in that ass crack!”
“I kinda…”
“Yeah, bitch,” he spoke in her ear. “You remind me of my celly!”
“Really?!?”
“Yeah, gurl!”
“He was slim and fine like you. Real muthafuckin’ girly too! I fucked the shit outta him every night!”
“Oh my god,” whined the tart.
Benny rose up. He skeeted all over Maya’s glutes and returned to his bed. He passed out.
Benny dreamt he was back in Atica locked up. His cellmate, Sina, was crawling into his bunk.
The short, delicate Sina had a trim, hairless frame. Benny had seduced the always horny pussyboi within a week of his arrival at Wyoming Correctional Facility.
In the dream, Sina sat on his long, hard dick. The bitch bottom eased down the tool.
“Fuck, Sina,” Benny groaned.
“You like this boipussy, nigga,” asked the fine, honey-colored bottom.
“Yeah, faggit! It so tight!”
“Fuck me, Benny! Fuck my faggy pussy!”
“Yeah, bitch! You my bitch!”
“I’m all yours, daddy!”
Benny’s prick stood at attention all night. He woke up horny as hell.
Maya was bouncing around the room.
Patsy and Kita were already out of the house.
“We good,” quizzed Benny.
“Yeah!”
“You ain’t tryna stay home from school for ya birthday, gurl?”
“I hadn’t thought about it.”
“Chill wit’ Uncle Benny.”
“Okay, I will.”
Benny rolled a blunt and shared it with Maya. They got high.
Benny said, “Let me see dem li’l titties you growin’, bae!”
“Okay,” Maya stripped down.
Her budding breasts were just nubs really.
Benny grinned, “A mouthful is all you need. Come here!”
Maya went over to her uncle. Benny licked her nipples. Maya cooed and wriggled. Benny held her tight.
“You wanna suck it, baby gurl,” the man asked.
“Yes, sir!”
“Get on it, den!”
Maya grabbed the stiff rod with her lovely fingers. She pecked the tip with her luscious lips. She opened wide and maneuvered down the length.
“Ah, fuck,” bellowed Benny. “Dat mouf feel good!”
The much stronger, well-toned dude picked up his niece and put her on the bed. He spat on her pink pussy hole and angled his dick at the entrance. He pushed inside.
“Owwwww,” wailed Maya.
“Relax, gurl! Take dis dick,” Benny ordered.
“Oh my god, Uncle Benny!”
“Dis ass tight! Let me get dis pussy!”
“Fuck me, Unc!”
“Yeah! Gimme dat virgin booty hole.”
Benny flipped Maya onto her stomach and climbed on the bed. He began pile driving.
“Oh shit,” she whined.
“Yeah, fag tranny bitch! Dis my pussy!”
“Oh my god!”
“Yeah, hoe!”
Benny hammered. He came like dormant volcano that had just erupted.
Benny fucked Maya again about 30 minutes later.
Later that afternoon, Benny suggested, “If you like dick, we can make a li’l money.”
“How so?”
“I can invite some niggas over and they can pay me. We’ll split it.”
“Uhhhh...Okay. I guess.”
“Dat’s wassup, gurl!”
Over the next week, Benny set up a few roughnecks he knew.
Lucky tapped Maya’s ass. Benny rented her out to a Dominican dude from down the street. He pimped her out to a Nigerian nigga. He charged a Bahamian to plow Maya.
Things were looking up. The income was paltry. Benny was ready for a bigger payday. He got dressed that morning and went to the Diamond District. He walked into store front and spotted an old friend, Nafiz Abboud.
Nafiz immigrated from Yemen to the United States in 1980. He was 22 years old at that time. Since then, he married a Bahraini woman, started a business, fathered three c***dren, became an American citizen, and discovered tranny porn.
Benny and Nafiz knew one another through some nefarious dealings in the past.
“Peace and blessings, Benny,” Nafiz said warmly.
“Sup, bruh,” Benny replied equally happy.
“Things are good! Talk to me,” the bearded, beige man with the stout body stated.
Benny leaned close and spoke in a low, deliberate tone. “Got a barely legal T.S. for rent.”
“Really,” the 61 year-old Muslim-American perked up.
“Yeah! She hot!”
“When can I meet her?”
“Tonight if you free.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Text me the details. I’ll be free by 7:00.”
Benny checked into a motel. The room was outfitted with a king bed, a comfortable wingback chair, a desk, a dresser, and a wardrobe. He flipped the light switch and looked at Maya. “Get ready!”
Maya disappeared into the cramped bathroom. She douched, showered, and rubbed lotion on her lustrous body. She put on a pair of assless wet-look shorts and some 5-inch cheetah print platform heels. She wafted fragrance in the air and twirled through it.
Nafiz arrived a few minutes later. The five-foot-ten Middle Eastern man delighted in what he saw. “Very, very sexy!”
“Thank you, sir,” Maya smiled.
Nafiz pulled out his fat, flaccid cock. Maya crawled towards him and put it in her mouth. The prick grew to over eight inches.
“You like this big Arab cock, gurl,” checked the naturalized citizen.
“Goodness yes,” she replied eagerly.
“Lay back on that chair,” instructed the jeweller.
With Maya’s legs sticking in the air, Nafiz rammed his manhood into her tranny pussy. He held onto the back of the chair for balance. He thrust forcefully.
Maya whined, “Oh my god!”
“It’s big, yeah,” Nafiz grinned.
“Oh yeah! It’s huge! Oh, daddy!”
“Take my big Arab cock, tranny slut!”
“Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Nafiz and Maya moved to the bed. They fucked missionary style.
“Cute little tits,” remarked the man.
“Thank you,” Maya purred.
“Your pussy feels so good. Look at my dick in the chocolate booty!”
Nafiz lowered his hairy torso onto Maya’s velvety body.
“You are beautiful. The old men from the mosque will love fucking you. The young guys will get some good practice pussy!”
Nafiz tore Maya a new booty hole over the course of the next two hours.
As he left the room, he peeled off five C-notes and placed them on the desk by the door.
Benny gave two hundred bucks to Maya and kept the rest for himself.
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