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The Christmas Eve Worker Part Four
By Silly Sissy Sarah
- Sarah's words -
Hello, everyone! Sorry for the long wait. I struggled a bit in
deciding which path the story takes. For the readers who hoped
the story will end with this installment, I'm sorry that it
won't be so. I still have some bunnies left in my hat. But I
promise that this story will end in Part Five. Lastly, I must
admit that the nice comments left me floating on air. I had a
silly grin on my face for a very long time! ;-) Thank you all
for supporting me! Please enjoy the story.
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"You ... you are PE-TER?" Uncle Joe stammered. He stressed my
name long and hard.
I swallowed hard on my dry throat and answered, "Yes, Uncle Joe
..." I added anxiously, "But I can explain everything! It's not
like what you think, which I think you are thinking of me, but
I am not!" Darn it! What am I talking about?
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it ..." he shook his head
in disbelief. His intensive stare examined every inch of my
feminine clothed body, hoping to find the remnant of his nephew.
He cringed when my mascara-laden eyes met his fearful eyes. The
tall, athletic figure cowered away with a disgusted look.
I didn't know how to react in this awkward situation. I tried to
explain, but the words got struck in my throat. Mom broke the
silence, "Joe, it's freezing out here. Do you mind if we go into
the house and talk about it?"
"Ri ... right," Uncle Joe agreed in a tensed voice. He stepped
aside from the doorway cautiously. "Thank you, Joe!" my mom
smiled sweetly when she walked through the door.
Dad marched into the house in big strides. Ignoring the
awkwardness of our circumstances, he pretended that he wasn't
involved at all. He announced his arrival noisily, "Hello
everybody! Merry Christmas!" A momentary wave of joyous
greetings and merry laughter washed over the brick house.
In a halfhearted mood, I slowly dragged myself up the staircase.
My trembling legs were unwilling to step inside that
relatives-infested place. I wished I could turn and run away
back to the city as fast as possible. After seeing my beloved
uncle's colossal homophobia outbreak, I don't think I can handle
another mental wallop.
"Peter! Are you coming in or not?" my mom called out. I sighed
and shouted, "Coming, Mom!" Uncle Joe held the door open for me.
He is a gentleman, even though that frown never left his face.
The air around us was tense. I quickly stepped into the house,
hoping our edgy communication would end as soon as he closed the
door.
"Thank you, Uncle Joe," I smiled weakly. His face turned crimson
immediately. Is he angry or embarrassed? I couldn't tell. He was
wearing the astound face and frown face at the same time. He
shut the door and hastily walked away. My shoulders hunched a
little when he did that. He was avoiding me like I am a plague
or some ten feet man-eating monster!
I must mention that Grandma Serena is extremely particular about
cleanliness in her house. She doesn't allow dirty shoes indoors.
So I sat down on a chair near the shoe rack. I started removing
my knee-high boots. My aching nylon-clad feet slithered out
gratefully. The boots were too tall to fit into the shoe rack.
I looked at the row of similarly tall ladies' boots lined neatly
against the wall. I sighed inwardly. I guessed mine belonged
there, for now.
I sought for my favorite pair of house slippers in the cabinet.
I always wear them when I stayed here. But now I couldn't find
them anywhere. Maybe someone wore them or Grandma Serena threw
them away. She doesn't like old and worn things hanging around
in her presence. There's only one pair of slippers left. Alas!
They were Powerpuff Girls slippers! Baby pink in color, and
plastered fully with Bubbles, Buttercup and Blossom in various
'Girl Power' poses. How lovely.
There's a Chinese phrase which goes, 'Fortune never bestow
twice, trouble never come alone'. I am pretty much in that
situation. First it was the butt-knocking accident, then my bag
went AWOL and now, little girl's slippers awaited my arrival.
Reluctantly, I slipped on the fluffy slippers. Well, at least
they were warm and comfy. I looked at my small feet. Wow, pretty
cute! I twisted my ankles around to admire those pretty
slippers. Oh boy, I did it again! Instead of concentrating on my
problem, I indulged in a self-gratifying girlish behavior.
'Get a grip of yourself, okay?' I reproached myself in my head.
Slowly but surely, my powerpuffed feet carried me through the
short corridor. I stopped at the front of the living room. Like
a frightened soldier crept warily on a dangerous open minefield,
I tiptoed softly to my only refuge Mum.
"Aunt Jessica! Who's that? Is she with you?" a small female
voice rose above all the loud chattering, silencing everyone in
the room. I froze in my step instantaneously. Turning my head
timidly to the source of the voice, it was in the form of a
scantily dressed teenager. She is Uncle Joe's daughter Alice, a
year older than I am. All eyes fell on me at once.
My uncles and cousins exchanged questions among themselves
quietly. They looked at one another, which either shook the head
or shrugged the shoulders. Obviously, it seemed like they didn't
have a clue about who am I.
"Ahem!" my mom cleared her throat deliberately. She signaled
with a wave, "Honey, come here." I swiftly went over to her side
without any delay. My mom stood behind me, hands rested firmly
on my shoulders. Suddenly, I felt my courage left me. I wanted
to bolt out of the door. Somehow, she sensed it and murmured
under her breath, "Don't think about it."
Mom announced, "I think she has something to tell everybody.
Please listen carefully." My relatives were confused but they
remained quiet, waiting for my little speech. Mom whispered
gently, "Go on, sweetie."
Dad turned away, scratching his hair uneasily. Uncle Joe looked
at me intensively. I took in a deep breath and gulped nervously.
'All right, stay calm, it's just an accident that you're
explaining, no big deal.' I recited in my mind.
I started, "Hi everyone. Erm, I know that this sounds quite
strange and it's very hard to explain. But I didn't intend to
come here dressed like this. It was an accident. Then something
went wrong and I ended up looking this way."
I don't think my explanation helped much. In truth, they looked
more confused than before. Dad slapped his forehead in agony.
Mom rolled her eyes helplessly. I shrugged and admitted, "It's
me, Peter."
Alice's twin sister Ashley looked just a little taken back.
Nothing seems to faze her from the day I know her. David,
son-in-law to Aunt Jasmine and husband to Melissa, mouthed a 'oh
my god' exaggeratedly. Uncle Joe was still frowning.
"Mummy, Granny, Aunt Jasmine and Melissa! Come here quickly!
Quick! You gotta see this!" Alice cried out hysterically to the
kitchen. She isn't nicknamed 'Megaphone' without a reason. Fast
stomping was heard rushing out from the back of the house. Aunt
Samantha dashed out, "Alice! What happened? Is it your father?
Did he hurt his back again?" Aunt Samantha is one of those few
uptight people I know. She frenzies too easily. Like when Uncle
Joe missed a turn at a cross junction, she turned hysterical at
him.
Alice sighed and answered, "No, Mummy. It's not Daddy. Look!
That's Peter!" She pointed a finger at me. Aunt Samantha took a
quick glance at me. She was baffled. She turned to her daughter,
"Where's Peter? And who is she?" She studied my appearance
again, knitted her arched eyebrows this time. Something clicked
inside her mind. "Oh heavens! You are Peter, aren't you?" Aunt
Samantha shrieked out, covering her mouth with both hands. I
nodded shyly, "Hi, Aunt Samantha. Please to see you again."
Grandma Serena, together with Aunt Jasmine and Melissa, came
into my sight now. All four of them, including Aunt Samantha
were wearing aprons stained with gravy marks and some other
ingredient bits. I could smell roasted meat on them. They turned
their focuses on me.
My grandmother spoke her thoughts aloud, "Hmm, I don't remember
I have four granddaughters."
"Grandma Serena, Aunt Jasmine, Melissa." I greeted. Apparently,
their faces were perplexed at the way this stranger was
addressing them. "It's me, Peter!"
I was surprised that Grandma Serena just said, "Oh! Hello,
Peter. You look different tonight." She was rather cool, too
cool! Aunt Jasmine and Melissa seemed slightly astonished, but
they didn't say anything. Grandma Serena continued in a gentle
voice, "You wish to explain to us why you're dressed like this,
dear?" Clearly, she is taking charge of things now. I was glad
she stamped her authority before someone else threw some nasty
questions at me.
"Yes, I do," I replied willingly. "All right, be quiet please.
Let's hear what Peter wants to tell us," Grandma Serena told
everybody. I began to give a brief account of my mishap in the
boutique, and how I came up with the idea of dressing as a girl
to meet up with my parents. Dad and Mom looked away awkwardly
when I told my relatives how my luggage bag went missing. I was
left with no choice but to come here, dressed as I was.
The living room was still uncomfortably quiet after my
clarification. Alice broke the ice, "So that's it? Aww, I
thought you want to become a girl!"
"Alice!" Aunt Samantha hissed sharply at her tactless daughter.
She added unwittingly, "So, erm Peter dear, you mean you're not
gay?" She must have felt Grandma Serena's burning eyes on her
back. She quickly exclaimed, "Oops! Sorry, dear! Oh no! My meat
loaf is still in the oven!" She hurried back to the kitchen
before saying Merry Christmas to me. I looked at my grandmother
and gave a little laugh. She responded with a light chuckle.
Both Aunt Jasmine and Melissa smiled at me with motherly
gentleness. It felt creepy when they looked at me like that. I
gave a polite smile back to them anyway. They retreated back to
the kitchen. Grandma Serena winked to me, "Make yourself cozy,
dear. I have a kitchen to run. Can't trust the girls with
everything." I giggled and kissed her on the cheek, "Merry
Christmas, Grandma." She replied, "Merry Christmas to you,
dear."
I looked around the room after she returned to her cooking.
Alice was chatting animatedly to her twin sister. She turned to
my direction every now and then. I bet they are discussing about
me. Ashley, on the other hand, had the just-as-I-thought
expression as she listened to Alice's blabbering. David looked
relieved. But he chose to ignore me, and read his newspapers.
Uncle Joe seemed a little glum. He cast away his eyes
unnervingly when he saw that I was staring at him. He wore the
Manchester United FC home jersey. It was tagged number eleven
and the name 'Giggs' sewn on the back. We used to discuss about
the happenings on the English Premier League whenever we meet
together. It is so difficult to find someone who is interested
in soccer in this country. Everyone is just crazy about the NFL.
I guessed we wouldn't be talking for this Christmas. I sighed
again.
"Honey, do you mind carrying these bags upstairs?" my mom
requested.
"Yeah, okay." I mumbled. Actually, I was quite relieved that
their reactions weren't as bad as I thought. Geez, it's official
now that I'm spending this holiday as a girl. At a comforting
note, I looked quite cute. I blushed when I thought of my
reflection at the petrol station washroom. My little buddy below
gave a small tingle as he agreed completely with my thoughts.
"Hey, stop dreaming!" Mom ticked off. I grabbed the remaining
bags on the floor and quickly followed my parents upstairs.
Under my mom's orders, we left all the belongings at her
bedroom. Dad went downstairs after he dropped his stuff on the
bed carelessly. He had a lot of catching up to do with Uncle
Joe. Mom left quickly as well. She said slyly, "I think your
grandmother and aunts have almost done all the cooking, but I
need to show my face in the kitchen."
I was alone now. I checked out my bedroom, which was next to my
parents' guestroom. It was still pretty much the same from last
year. A small room with space just enough for a single bed, a
thin cupboard and a dressing table. I casually dropped my neon
pink handbag on the table. Then I hung the feminine-cut leather
coat into the empty cupboard. The ladies' gloves were difficult
to take off, but still removable. I guessed the slim and narrow
shape of the fingers was meant more for look appealing sake than
proper insulating purpose.
I crashed free falling into the cold mattress. But I was careful
not to ruin my makeup, rather than afraid of dirtying the bed
sheet. I turned on the bed to face the ceiling. I rested the
back of my wrist heavily on the forehead. There was a strong
smell of new leather and sweat coming from my hand. Ignoring the
stench, I remained snugly in my comfortable contour. I was
totally burned out from working at the boutique on Christmas
Eve. Then, a sequence of mishaps and bad lucks followed me to
this dinner. But the worst part was that I had to face everyone
who thought I turned into a girl!
Within minutes, I drifted into slumber land. But a sharp
knocking on my door dragged me back to my bedroom. In a drowsy
state, I finger-combed my long hair straight and smoothened my
skirt. I checked my appearance with the mirror on the dresser.
Slowly, I wobbled to the door and opened it.
It was Alice and Ashley who knocked at my door. Alice chirped,
"Hi! Can we come in? I thought we could sort of hang out
together." Ashley interrupted, "Alice, she's sleeping. I think
we woke her up ..."
"Sorry, are we disturbing you?" Alice apologized innocently. She
made a cute face when she squeezed her features into a bunch. I
shook my head quickly, "No, of course not!" I took a quick peek
at my tiny room. "But I think my room is a little too small for
three people ..." I left the sentence hanging. Alice popped her
head in and agreed, "You're right! In that case, let's go to our
bedroom instead. It's more spacious!"
Alice took my hand firmly to lead me to their bedroom
enthusiastically. I was being kind of half dragged-walked behind
my excited cousin. She opened the door and pulled me inside.
"Tadah! Isn't it beautiful?" she exclaimed.
All I could say was 'wow'. I looked around the larger room in
astonishment. There's only one phrase to describe the room,
'Every little girl's dream comes true'. Everything was either
coated in pink or painted white. The wooden floor was covered
entirely with pink furry carpet. There was a huge canopy
queen-sized bed in the middle of the pink room. It had multiple
thick lustrous bed sheets layered on the spring-coiled mattress.
Several large fluffy pillows sat at one end of the bed. In one
corner of the bedroom, a white leather sofa was crowded with
teddy bears, bean dolls and other soft toys. There was a large
four panels closet built into the wall. A dressing table with a
full-length mirror was placed near the bathroom. How come their
guestroom is so much better than mine? Grandma Serena, you are
so unfair!
Although I used to live here when I was younger, but I never
went into their room before. I was banned because the twin
sisters put up a 'No Boys Allowed' sign on their door
previously. Am I considered a girl now, since they permitted my
presence in this boys forbidden land?
I scratched my neck unconsciously, "Erm, I thought you don't
allow me inside here." Alice noted that and said, "Yeah! But
that's in the past. You are a girl now. So, welcome to the
club!"
Now, I am a bit agitated. I stated myself strongly, "I am still
a guy, a man. I thought I explained very clear just now. It was
an accident!"
"A MAN will get himself into a skirt, to get out of a trouble?
I don't think so," Ashley sneered. "My boyfriend will rather
kill himself than to wear a dress!"
"Sis! Will you stop the mocking? I think she's very brave to
dress like that!" Alice defended me. I noticed the female
reference, but I let it slide.
"Sorry, but I'm just stating the fact. I mean, look at you. I
couldn't tell that it was you just now. You looked every bit a
girl from head to toe. And I didn't just mean the clothes. You
have to admit that you have a lot more girl in you. I'm sure you
knew that." Ashley shot back.
Darn! She hit me on the spot where it hurts me most. I couldn't
admit that she was right. I had a lot of girlish thoughts and
feminine gestures ever since I wore these clothes. I kept
denying myself of those feelings and tried to reason with
myself.
I wasn't much of a fighter ever since I was young. My eyes
started to well with moisture. I felt a lump in my throat and
tried to swallow it down. I forced myself to argue back. "It's
not what you think ..." I couldn't talk, as I felt choked again.
"Look at what you have done! You made her cry!" Alice snapped at
her sister. Ashley shrugged, "I can't help it if she's a
crybaby!"
I wanted to run away from them, but my legs were rooted to the
floor. Alice hastily grabbed the tissue box and drew a few out.
She held them patiently in front of me. I snatched the ball of
tissues from her. I dabbed at the corners of my eyes gently.
"Hush now, baby. Don't cry anymore. Ashley's mean, but she's
sorry now," Alice consoled me as she patted lightly on my back.
She gave a nasty look to her twin.
Ashley sighed and apologized, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
It was so embarrassing to burst into tears in front of the
girls. I wanted to stop the crying immediately, but it wouldn't
go away. My shoulders jerked involuntarily when I sniffed.
Ashley apologized again, "I'm really sorry. I didn't consider
your feelings at all, Pete."
I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I hiccupped slightly,
"It's ... it's okay. I'm cool now ..." I mustered up all my
courage and confessed, "Ashley, I don't lie to you. What you
said about me was quite true. And I didn't mean the clothes
too."
Ashley raised her eyebrow a little. Alice butted in, "Come,
let's sit on the bed and talk." Alice took her sister's hand and
mine. She led us to the canopy bed. I sat down lightly at the
edge of the mattress. I wasn't too sure if they let me put my
feet on the bed sheets. Ashley sat on the bed, folding her legs
neatly under her body in a feminine fashion. Alice practically
jumped onto the bed. She sat cross-legged beside the pillows.
I could see her panties below her short skirt in full view. I
blushed and turned to look away. Ashley noticed it, "Alice!
That's not very ladylike, you are exposing yourself!"
"Big deal! We're all girls here. Right, Pete?" Alice retorted.
I didn't answer and gave a weak smile instead. Ashley reached
for the big pillow and stuffed it in front of her sister's
skirt. She responded back, "But she's not comfortable with the
way you're sitting! Am I right, Pete?" Again, I felt very
awkward. I nodded discreetly. "Oh all right!" Alice shrugged as
she hugged the feathery pillow against her chest.
"Pete, you were saying about something?" Ashley probed.
I struggled, "Well, erm. Yeah, I was ..."
"Stop! Wait a minute," Alice disrupted. "Don't you think it's a
bit weird that we kept calling her Peter, Sis?"
Ashley replied, "What are you trying to say?"
"I mean, I can't see any Peter in her. She looked so pretty and
nice. And Peter is not a girl's name," Alice explained. Her twin
queried with a knowingly look, "And you're suggesting?"
"She needs a new name. A girl's name!" Alice giggled. Ashley
slapped her own thigh in agreement. She laughed too. I felt
uncomfortable being the butt of their joke. Finally, I spoke,
"Will you two be more serious? Stop laughing already!" I feigned
a pout when I said that.
Alice commented, "Oh, she's angry now. Look at what you have
done again!" Ashley fired out, "It's not just me! You started it
first!"
"Oh, sweetie! Please don't be mad at us. We only want to be your
friend," Alice pretended to sob. Out of sudden, she sprung over
and started tickling my ribs. I shrieked wildly. I rolled on my
side to get away from her. Then I grabbed one of the pillows and
mauled at her strongly. The pillow swung and hit Ashley instead.
"You!" Ashley exclaimed. She seized a pillow and started
thumping me with it. Alice quickly joined in with her own
pillow. Soon, we were screaming and jumping on the bouncy bed,
trying to smack down one another with the fluffy weapons we had.
The goose feathers from the pillows were scattering
uncontrollably around us. Momentary, we were surrounded in a
white mist of feathers.
We collapsed on the feather-covered bed in exhaustion. I never
knew that pillow fighting was so tiring. I looked over my
shoulder to check on the twins. Ashley was lying on her side.
She was panting breathlessly. Alice rested on her back. Her
breasts rose when she inhaled and they fell when she breathed
out. I was amazed at this sight because I never see breasts so
close before in my life. Well, I admit I'm not very popular with
the girls in the school.
I blunted absentmindedly, "Petra would be nice."
"Huh?" the girls chorused. I repeated bashfully, "I said Petra
would be a nice name."
Alice sat straight up immediately, "Yes, it suits you! Petra
sounds so precious and sweet, just like you!" She covered her
mouth to suppress her giggle. Ashley approved readily, "Yeah!
Besides, it's pretty close to your real name. That's it! You are
Petra from now on!"
I smiled to myself when I thought of my new name. My goose
pimples surfaced quickly, causing me to shiver with a strong
tingle. But I noted in my mind that I am Petra for this
Christmas only. Not as what Ashley said 'from now on'. It scares
me a lot if that's going to be real.
Ashley surveyed the bedroom. It gave the impression that it was
invaded by a flock of birds. She frowned, "Mother is going to
kill us if she sees this mess." Alice nodded profusely, "We are
so dead."
Just as she said that, the door flung open. An angry-looking
Aunt Samantha stood at the door. She yelled at her daughters,
"What's all this din about? We could hear you screaming and
jumping all the way to the kitchen!" She paused to look around
and exclaimed, "What have you done? What are all these
feathers?"
Alice cried out, "It's not our fault! Petra started it first!"
"What? Who's Petra?" Aunt Samantha asked. My accomplices
unanimously pointed their fingers at me. She finally realized
that there was a third person in the bedroom. "Peter?" she
queried. I answered coyly, "Hi, Aunt Samantha."
Alice corrected, "She's Petra now. She named herself." Aunt
Samantha looked like she's fainting, but she steadied herself
quickly. She shook her head in disbelief, "Peter, Petra
whatever, and the both of you better clean up this mess before
the dinner. Your grandmother won't like it if the house is in a
mess."
The three of us hung our heads down to show our repentance. Aunt
Samantha slammed the door furiously and left. When her footsteps
faded away, we looked at each other amusingly. We burst out
laughing loudly. Wiping a tear away, I commented, "We better
start cleaning up this mess."
We gathered the feathers into several piles and stuffed them
back into the pillow casings. The pillows didn't appeared as
good as before. A few of them were bloated and some were plainly
out of shape. While we repacked the ugly pillows, I said softly,
"You know, remember I said about 'I didn't mean the clothes too'
..."
The sisters shifted closer to me slowly. Ashley replied, "Uh huh
..." Alice was quiet, but she looked at me with an intensive
stare. I continued, "Well, I ... I had a funny feeling that kept
bugging me. When I put on this female underwear earlier, I felt
very excited ... and kind of happy. And this feeling grew
stronger with every piece of female clothes I wore ..."
Ashley nodded. Her eyes told me to go on talking. I carried on,
"Soon, I found myself behaving ... kind of girlish. You know,
like admiring myself in front of the mirror, striking sexy poses
... like a girl would."
I inhaled deeply before I said again, "Then, the worst part is
that ... I actually flirted with a guy on the street, and he had
a girlfriend with him ... and I felt good about it!"
Alice interrupted excitedly, "Wow! That's so bad of you!" But
Ashley silenced her with a 'Shhh' sound and pushed me on, "And
then?"
"Well, I don't know ... I felt really bad after some time ... I
began to question my sexuality ... I don't know if I'm ga ...
gay," I mumbled with uncertainty. "I'm scared if it's true ...
I don't know what to do now."
I heaved a deep sigh, but it felt nice to lift the burden off my
shoulders. I don't think this is something I can discuss with my
parents. I presumed cousins, especially girl cousins are more
understanding. Ashley knitted her eyebrows together as she tried
to rack up some answers for me. She began, "I think all girls
have a bit of boy in them and all boys have a bit of girl in
them too. Even the manliest man on earth has something feminine
about him."
She explained, "Some boys have a little bit of girl in them,
while a few of them may have slightly more than others." She
paused for me to absorb her theory. "And you, my dear Petra,
seem to fit more likely into the latter group."
I frowned at that remark. She chose to ignore me, "And most
depressingly, you only found out about that part of yourself
today. I can understand why you tried to fight against your
inner girl. No guy I know would want to be labeled a sissy or
faggot. Sorry about the language, Petra."
I said quietly, "So, you think I am a sissy then?"
"No! Petra, I never think about you that way!" Ashley exclaimed.
"You're very different and special. Do you understand that?" I
shook my head. She sighed, "You know that when you appeared here
tonight, dressed as a girl, I couldn't tell that she's actually
you. I didn't see a man in drag. You looked natural. The way you
talked and behaved, it's all girl to me!"
I responded miserably, "And then? I should have been born a girl
then? Have sex change and marry some manly man? Is that what you
are trying to tell me?"
"What I meant is that, you should not suppress your girl self.
Just let it flow and see which side of the fence you are sitting
on," she answered composedly. I kept quiet and let her words
sink into me. Alice hugged my shoulders and whispered, "Don't be
sad. We will be with you, regardless of which side you choose."
I squeezed her arm and murmured, "Thanks, sister."
Alice pondered, "Sister?"
"No! I meant as you are an elder sister to me, not as we are
sisters!" I anxiously explained. She giggled and teased, "Well,
I didn't think otherwise!"
Ashley quickly reacted, "Does it matters? You are my little
sister now since you're a girl for this Christmas."
My emotions were surging fast. I looked at Alice and Ashley who
felt the same as I did. They reached over to me with open arms.
We embraced tightly as we soaked it up.
I heard Mom shouted from the staircase below. "Girls! I need you
to come down and set up the table now. And that includes Petra!
Did you hear me?"
We stared at one another amusingly. Our mascaras were roaming
hilariously down our cheeks. Laughter filled the bedroom again.
"Coming!" we chorused in unison.
To be continued.
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