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Chapter 6 Marilyn Is With
Child
Corrine
whispered, “She’s pregnant,” as soon as Kelso dumped the woman on the bed then
pulled the cloth sack off her head.
Corrine rushed to the side of the bed shouting, “Be careful, assholes.”
I don’t
know what I expected but a pregnant woman wasn’t it. Her name was Marilyn Tate, wife of Charles
Tate, junior partner in the law firm of Tate, Tate, Wiggins and McKnight. During the course of the evening, she told
Corrine she had about eight weeks before delivery. She was thirty-eight and had two
miscarriages. Her husband was a corporate lawyer. She knew he gambled a little but nothing
serious.
Jerome and
his crew did not look terribly enthusiastic about gang banging a female with a
belly the size of a beach ball. Her milk
swollen boobs rested on her stomach.
Marilyn wasn’t what you’d considered a turn on. The shorts she was wearing contained an
elastic front panel that was expanded to the max. Maternity clothes don’t make for a cock
hardening sight.
“Please
don’t let them hurt my baby,” said Marilyn as Corrine cut the tape off her feet
and hands.
“I’ll do
everything I can to help you but you’ll have to help me by doing what they
say,” said Corrine. “Don’t give them a
reason to knock you about.”
Looking
back, I realized Marilyn being pregnant brought out Corrine’s maternal
instincts. Corrine’s reservoir of
empathy was immediately taped by the life inside Marilyn’s belly. Women are like that, nurturing, and
protective.
“What are they going to do,” asked Marilyn
looking fearfully around at Jerome and his crew, a nightmare scenario for the
average white suburban housewife.
“Have sex
with you,” said Corrine. “Your husband
has lost money gambling and this is a warning for him to pay.”
“You mean
they are going to rape me,” said Marilyn starting to cry.
“Yeah,
we’re going to put a train on your fat white ass and rape the shit out of you,”
said Kelso causing Marilyn to burst into tears.
“What’s
your name,” asked Corrine staring directly as Kelso.
“Kelso,
bitch, what’s it to you,” said Kelso.
“If you
upset her, we won’t be able to make the kind of adult film, Mr. Quarles wants
and I’ll make sure he knows who to blame,” said Corrine.
I should
have been proud of my wife standing up to them but I was too busy worrying
about making a porn film starring a very pregnant woman.
“You
don’t dis me, white cunt,” said Kelso advancing menacingly toward Corrine. His arm was raised to strike her.
“Cool it,
Kelso. She’s right. Mr. Quarles wants it to look like the cunt’s
having a good time, loves getting her twat stuffed with nigger dick,” said
Morgan stepping between Corrine and Kelso.
Thank God, Kelso immediately backed off.
“Give me a
minute to calm her down,” said Corrine to Morgan. “Tom, get the bottle of vodka from your
office.”
I started
to deny I had a vodka bottle in my office.
No one was supposed to know it was there. But the time for my stupid games and evasions
was past. I ran to the office, grabbed
the bottle and some paper cups then returned as quickly. Corrine was having a whispered conversation
with Marilyn
“Everybody take a drink and chill,” said Corrine taking the cup I gave
her and offering it to Marilyn.
“I can’t
drink with the baby,” said Marilyn refusing the vodka.
“One
swallow won’t cause fetal alcohol syndrome.
You need to relax. It will help you do what’s needed. That will keep your baby safe. Is it a boy or a girl?” said Corrine seeking
to distract and calm the woman.
“Carl and
I want it to be a surprise. We asked the
ultrasound technician not to tell us,” said Marilyn before taking a swallow of
vodka.
I walked
around filling paper cups with premium vodka for the crew. Morgan refused, mentioning something about
being a member of the Nation of Islam.
The idea of that wife fucking bastard as religious struck me as
ridiculous. I wondered if it was okay in
his religion to blow your load down another man’s woman.
“Next time,
make it Crystál and get some decent glasses,” said Jerome taking the cup from
me. I later discovered Crystál was two
hundred dollars a bottle champagne. I
stuck with vodka.
I
hurriedly finished installing the wireless microphones as I explained the first
scene that was going to feature Marilyn masturbating with a vibrator while
Jerome’s crew stood around the bed jerking their cocks. It became my signature Tom Meade porn
opening.
I went
back in the Control Room. Corrine had
propped Marilyn up with pillows so she would be more comfortable. She could barely reach over her stomach to
place the dildo on her clit.
I told
Marilyn to open her legs wider so the camera could zoom in on the small bullet
shaped vibrator she was pressing against her button.
Miniature
wireless microphones were concealed in the ears of Corrine, the six black men,
and Marilyn. Morgan was seated in the
back of the Control Room watching me work.
Marilyn
was nude except for a pair of black stay up hose that had a wide band of lace
at the top. It was the only thing
Corrine could find that fit her. Morgan
had rapped me on the back of the head to communicate his displeasure we didn’t
have a full wardrobe of slut attire. I
made a mental note to have Corrine remedy that for next time.
I grabbed
the joystick and commanded the overhead camera to take a slow traverse that
began at Marilyn’s feet and ended at her head before returning to her
glistening sex. The sheen was courtesy
of Corrine. The safety of the unborn
child had been her stated rationale for squirting Wet over Marilyn’s vulva then
working it deep into her opening with her fingers. Corrine’s willingness to penetrate Marilyn’s
vagina was one more thing my overworked brain decided to process at a future
date and time. Corrine had been adamant
in the past about her dislike of lesbian sex.
I zoomed
out to get a shot of the five naked men standing around Marilyn’s bed jerking
their hard cocks. The sixth man was
named Levar and at the moment he was seated in a nearby winged back Queen Anne
chair with his legs thrown over the arms.
Corrine was kneeling between his legs and for the first time performing
her official fluffer duties. Moments before, Levar’s failure to get good wood
had gotten us off to a nerve-racking start.
Levar had
foolishly spent the afternoon humping a woman named Shelia who according to
Levar had drained him of his essence repeatedly. Shelia, a woman apparently of no small
appetite had so exhausted Levar’s sexual capacity; he could not achieve an
erection thereby angering Morgan who reacted in characteristic fashion.
“Suck on
this, you dumb nigger,” said Morgan forcing the hapless naked Levar to his
knees as he placed the barrel of the nickel platted semi-automatic between his
lips.
“It’s
Shelia’s fault, Morgan. I didn’t want to
fuck her. She made me,” said Levar. At least I think that was what he said. Speaking with the barrel of a gun in your
mouth hinders articulation although he continued to stroke his limp dick at
warp speed.
“What did
I tell you, nigger,” demanded Morgan pulling back the slide to chamber a
round.
I was
ready to piss my pants. Corrine and I
are not gun people. We don’t own
one. Just being in the same room with a
gun scares me.
“Keep it
in my pants. You said for me to keep it
in my pants,” said Levar starting to sob a little as he worked the shaft with
the reverse hand stroke favored by black men with big cocks. “Please, Morgan, I can get it up. Let me try again.”
“What
else did I say, Nigger” asked Morgan who appeared on the verge of pulling the
trigger?
Corrine
was seated on the bed, her arm around Marilyn whispering what I assumed were
encouraging words. She had just finished
helping Marilyn undress and put on the hose.
Marilyn didn’t seem thrilled to be naked in front of Jerome’s crew.
I glanced
at the clock. It was almost eleven and
we hadn’t captured a single minute of video.
“Save it
for tonight,” said Levar after thinking for a minute. Apparently sex with the libidinous Sheila had
killed some memory cells.
“What
else did I say,” demanded Morgan taking the gun out of Levar’s mouth to land it
smartly on the side of his head sending him to the floor with blood leaking out
of his temple?
“You said
any nigger can’t get a hard on; you’d blow his pecker clean off,” said Levar
covering his privates with both hands, not effective body armor against a nine
millimeter round.
Corrine
showed her shrewd feminine qualities by intervening to diffuse the
situation. “Tom can start with
five. I’ll work with Levar. He can join in when he’s ready.”
Morgan
took a minute to consider Corrine’s offer then he slowly put his gun back in
the holster before speaking. He couldn’t
ignore the obvious. If he blew Levar’s
penis off, Marilyn would totally freak out and we weren’t going to make Mr.
Quarles porn flick. “All right, but the
next time this happens, somebody is going home without a dick.”
“Mic
check, raise your hand if you can hear me,” I said anxious to get going before
Morgan killed someone. “Testing,” I
repeated as I flipped through the roll of microphones. It felt odd when I opened Corrine’s microphone,
said “Testing,” and watched as she raised one arm while stroking Levar’s soft
penis all the while keeping the head in her mouth.
We all
have hidden talents and fluffing turned out to be Corrine’s.
I fed
Marilyn her first line while she was lying there in the center of the bed
stretching to push the tip of the hard plastic vibrator into the base of her
clit. I acknowledge the need to write
better dialogue.
“I want
all you black boys to fuck my white pussy then you can fuck my white ass I want my husband Charlie to see how much I
love black dick,” said Marilyn in the breathless voice I had suggested.
“Good,” I
whispered in her ear. Corrine had
succeeded in focusing Marilyn on one goal.
Do what it takes to protect your unborn child. After this is over, you can go home and cut
your husband’s balls off and feed them to him.
I took a
minute to get some close-ups of Marilyn’s face and sex as she used the vibrator
to get herself ready. She responded when
I told her to moan, arch her back, and lick her lips. “This is for you, Charlie,” she cooed to the
camera.
“All
white women are whores,” commented Morgan quietly from his overseer
position. “Godless, filthy whores who in
spite of their supposed middle class values will fuck anything with a cock.”
A quick
glance showed that my white whore now had a couple of fingers stuck up Levar’s
ass. The combination blowjob and
prostrate massage appeared to be working since Levar’s manhood was showing
signs of life.
Morgan
noticed where I was glancing. “Your wife
knows how to suck a black man’s cock.”
I assumed he meant it as a complement. “Thanks.”
“You’re
up, Jerome,” I spoke into his microphone.
“Roll her over into the doggie position.”
Jerome
climbed on the bed and helped an awkward Marilyn come to her knees and elbows.
“This is too
slow,” complained Morgan.
“Editing
will speed it up. Please, I need to concentrate,” I said speaking more harshly
than was wise. I worried whether behind
me Morgan was debating whether to blow my brains over the control board. But he surprised me.
He
muttered, “Sorry,” and was quiet.
“Jerome,
spread her cheeks apart and put your thumb on her asshole.” Marilyn had put on weight during her
pregnancy and her asshole was hidden inside two globes of loose fat. Like most pregnant women, the baby’s pressure
on her organs had produced a monumental case of hemorrhoids. If it bothered Jerome, he didn’t show
it. His cock was poised at the entrance
of the man’s woman and that in itself was enough to make his dick hard.
Jerome
licked the pad of his thumb, did as he was told, and then messed up. “Like this?” he asked looking toward the
Control Room.
“Yes,
but do not look at the camera or me,” I barked before speaking for Morgan’s
benefit. “I’ll edit that out.”
“Jerome,
keep your thumb on her butthole as you put your cock in her pussy. Marilyn, can you reach back and guide him
into you?” Marilyn’s hand barely reached
his penis but it was enough for him to enter her hole, hesitate a moment to
savor the experience of fucking a pregnant white woman before continuing
forward to where his balls touched home plate.
“Oh yeah,
this is good pussy,” said Jerome smiling and throwing his head back to express
his pleasure. It was an unscripted line
of dialogue that made the Al Quarles cut.
I
breathed a sigh of relief as my first penetration scene began. Jerome began slowly then picked up speed as
he thrust into her.
Things
were going better than I expected. I’m
not saying I was thinking about renting a tuxedo for the next academy awards
just that it wasn’t a total screw up and I had hopes of being alive and
attached to my nuts when dawn broke tomorrow.
Jerome was
pumping away so I issued Marilyn a prompt.
“Oh baby that feels so big. Your
cock is so much bigger than my husband’s Charlie’s needle dick.” The way Marilyn said it I believed her. I issued my final instruction for Scene One
Take One, “Jerome, put your thumb in her ass and fuck her harder for fifteen
seconds then get off her.”
Jerome
moved his thumb aside to allow a sizeable gob of spit to fall directly on her
sphincter. He smeared it around with
this thumb then pushed it deep in her butt.
Marilyn responded with a loud moan.
As I
moved the robotic cameras around to capture a variety of shots of Jerome and
Marilyn, I thought about how her husband would react to the disc. Would he fall into a jealous rage and kill
her? That didn’t seem likely since he
was the one at fault. Or would he take
the blame himself as I did when I considered what was happening to Corrine?
Of
course, I was trying to make it look like Marilyn’s gang bang was the thrill of
her life and she was certainly cooperating.
On screen she was pushing back, meeting Jerome’s thrusts with a loud
grunt. She kept repeating, “Fuck me,
baby, fuck me,” over and over. Maybe
Moran was right. All white wives had an
inner slut that only the presence of black cock can unleash.
I gave
her another line she repeated with a certain relish. “I want another black baby in my belly just like
the one you gave me eight months ago.”
Corrine later told me she suggested Marilyn focus her anger on her
husband.
Was her
motivation, survival of her and the baby, desire to humiliate her bastard
husband (an argument strongly advanced by Corrine who seemed to have her own
game of humiliate the husband underway), pleasure of having a young lean
handsome well-endowed black man pounding his cock in her pussy, or a
combination of all of the above? I went
for the all. Life is complicated.
It was
something of a mystery what Mr. Al Quarles was up to. As far as I was concerned, threatening to cut
off my balls got my attention and quick compliance. Maybe it was a peculiarly black man’s revenge
for a lifetime of slights, real and perceived.
Humiliate and degrade the proud white man by forcing him to acknowledge
the sexual superiority of the black man using his own woman as a guinea
pig. Somehow that sounded too much like
a white man’s version of how the black man thought. Perhaps, Al Quarles was bored with castration
and needed a break. He had an offbeat
sense of humor and thought making a gangbang video of the debtor’s woman was a
hoot.
“You’re
up, Jamal,” I said noting that Jerome had been pounding Marilyn’s hole for the
desired three minutes and it was time to switch.
Unexpectedly, Morgan reached over me to grab a spare set of
headphones. “Is this Levar,” he asked
holding the jack over the input for Levar’s microphone?
That
caused me to look toward where I last saw Corrine. Levar was still seated in the high backed
Queen Anne chair but Corrine was no longer kneeling between his legs. She had climbed up on the chair facing him.
Her feet were precariously balanced on the chair arms allowing her to raise and
lower herself. Levar was fucking my
wife; actually it was more accurate to say my wife was fucking Levar.
His large
pink tongue was licking her boobs as they passed by. His hands gripped her buttocks. From the look on Corrine’s face, it was obvious
Marilyn was not the only woman present enjoying penetration.
Levar’s
manhood had definitely revived. Its size
made me understand why Shelia had taken advantage of him that afternoon. I visually estimated how far inside Corrine
it reached when her bottom slapped down on his thighs. Navel level was my answer but that seemed
impossible.
“Yes,
that’s it,” I answered indicating the proper input jack.
Morgan
jacked in and spoke, “Levar, if you come, you die.”
Levar
looked quickly in our direction. He
stood up, lifting Corrine with him, holding her butt for support. Corrine arms were around his neck. They continued to fuck as he slowly turned
around and put her down in the chair.
Once she was free of his embrace, Corrine threw her legs over the arms
and masturbated. That was a
surprise. Somehow it struck me as
uncharacteristic of my wife.
“Dumbest
fucking nigger on the planet,” said Morgan who surprised my by chuckling.
I suppose
it was funny even though my wife was proving to be a whore of the first
order. I reminded myself I had agreed
upon pain of her cutting my manhood off with a dull kitchen knife not to
reproach her. My fuck up had issued her a free pass to
enjoy fucking other men. No one to blame
but myself.
“Kelso,
you’re up next,” I queued Kelso his three minutes of pregnant pussy were about
to begin. When he mounted her rear,
Marilyn proved she could handle the largest cock of Jerome’s bunch. I got some great video of his log sliding in
her hole. I pictured the baby reaching
out to play with it as it entered her womb.
Jerome
was now standing in front of Mrs. Thomas Mead getting his slimy cock
sucked. Jamal joined his brother
creating opportunity for Corrine to give head to two men at once. It was a night of firsts.
I gave each of the remaining three studs,
their three minutes of pussy heaven.
Maurice had long arms and did an excellent job of working Marilyn’s
enormous breasts as he pummeled her snatch.
We took a
short break after the six had enjoyed Marilyn’s hole for the requisite three
minutes. I opened a cooler and handed
water bottles to everyone.
“You all
right,” I asked Corrine who moments before had been down on her knees attending
orally to three cocks?
“Fine,”
said Corrine wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “My jaw is going to be sore tomorrow.”
“I wonder
if OSHA has a listing for fluffer’s jaw,” I said.
Corrine
gave me a dirty look then laughed. “Tom,
maybe you should write up an accident report and send it to
“I mean
are you really all right,” I asked again?
“What do
you think? Let’s just get through
this. We can talk about it later,” said
Corrine.
“Okay, I
better get double penetration started or we’re going to be here all night,” I
said.
“I hope
Marilyn is okay. She claims that outside
of her husband, she has only been with two other men. She’s never done DP.”
Jerome
and Jamal was the first pair to
It made
me wonder if she had been truthful with Corrine about her lack of
experience. Regardless, she could now
stand on stage at the
I fed her
several lines to the effect she adored sucking the black man’s dick while
another black man was fucking her. She
delivered them in a convincing fashion.
You could tell from the way she spoke Charlie’s name, she wanted to add
to his humiliation. How would you feel
watching your on screen wife take a cock larger than yours out of her mouth and
announce to the world how much she loved sucking it? And if it was black, that would make it
worse.
Off
screen, my fluffer’s face was buried between the butt cheeks of Kelso who was
leaning forward, his arms resting on the Queen Anne. Her hands separated his buttocks so she
could apply her tongue to the dark brown asshole playing his Rusty Trombone.
Even from the distance, I could see her saliva glistening in the polarized
light. It was Corrine’s first experience
of playing the Rusty Trombone but I gather that girls in the black ghetto learn
the instrument in middle school.
I watched
fascinated as Maurice came up behind her with a hard cock and placed it between
her butt cheeks and pushed. That
prompted Corrine to turn around smiling and say something as she handed him the
Wet. Maurice fondled her tits as she
squeezed some in her hand then reached back to apply it to her asshole. She returned her face to Kelso’s crack while
Maurice after minimal effort sunk his cock in her lubricated ass. My prick was hard as a rock. But I needed to concentrate on my directorial
responsibilities so I returned my attention to Marilyn.
“Jamal,
can you reach the Wet without taking your cock out of Marilyn’s mouth?”
He
responded by stretching his arm out toward the Wet but he was a good six inches
short.
“Levar,
toss Jamal the Wet,” I directed and a chastened Levar quickly did as he was
told.
I had no
idea whether Marilyn was into backdoor sex but I decided to give it a try
anyway. Editing would cover up any
mistakes. I enabled Marilyn’s
microphone. “Fuck me in the ass, baby. I
want your cock in my shit hole. I’ve
never let Charlie stick his tiny little weenie in my poop shute.”
She
hesitated a few second then repeated exactly what I said and she did a good job
of making me believe she meant it. Who
knows? Maybe she did. Guys tend to leave their pregnant wives
alone. Marilyn may not have had a good fuck
in eight months.
Jamal
followed my direction to move to her rear, lubricate her anus, and finger fuck
her butt beginning with one finger then moving to two and ultimately three.
Marilyn
dutifully repeated my words for the cameras describing in lurid terms how
wonderful it felt when Jamal’s prick popped past her sphincter and entered her
rectum. “Oh Jesus fucking Christ, I love
having my shitter fucked,” moaned Marilyn as Jamal reamed her rear. I had to instruct him to turn slightly
sideways to get the shots I wanted of his dick sliding in and out of her anus. Marilyn followed my direction to reach back
with one hand and separate her butt cheeks.
I got great close ups of Jamal’s cock gliding in and out her ass. The way her flesh pedal surrounded sphincter
held on to his penis allowed you to think she loved it even if it wasn’t true.
For the
next fifteen minutes, Marilyn’s orifices played host to a different pair of
cocks. When the third and final twosome was done, we took another break.
“What’s
next,” asked Morgan looking at his watch?
“I was
thinking for an ending Marilyn would kneel down in the middle of the guys and
they jerk off in her mouth,” I said imitating the finale of every other
gangbang movie made since porn began.
“How
about first we let the girls have some fun before we blow our load,” asked
Jamal?
“What
have you got in mind,” I asked but I knew the answer?
“Girl on
girl,” said Jamal. “I want to see
Corrine eat her pussy.”
“Sure,
why not,” said Morgan cutting short any objection I might have. “You guys deserve a reward.”
“It
can’t be part of the final disc,” I said defiantly. I wasn’t going to allow a video of Corrine
out of the building if I could help it. I was expecting Corrine to object but
she didn’t make a sound.
“It
doesn’t have to be in the final,” said Morgan.
“Just something to get Jerome’s crew ready for the finale.”
I knew
what he was upping the ante in the humiliate Tom game.
“You okay
with this,” I asked Corrine? She had
always been adamant that while she had nothing against lesbians, sex with
another woman wasn’t for her.
“At this
point nothing matters,” said Corrine.
“All right with you, Marilyn?”
Marilyn
finished her water and tossed the empty in the trash before speaking. “If I said No, would it change things?”
“Not in
the least,” said Morgan. “Let’s get to
it.”
Marilyn
had held up surprisingly well for all she’d been through. She had been screwed several times by six different
men in all three orifices, enough to exhaust a woman, especially a pregnant
one. However, she looked eager enough
after Corrine ran a brush through her hair and touched up her make-up.
“Let’s
sixty nine. I’ll get on top,” said
Corrine getting on the bed.
Two
minutes later I was back in the Control Room.
Marilyn took a supine position in the center of the bed. Corrine carefully climbed on board. Fortunately, Corrine is tall and Marilyn short
or it wouldn’t have worked. Jerome’s
crew crowded close. A quick scan showed
everyone had good wood. I cued the
action.
I watched
the monitor as Corrine began to kiss Marilyn’s pussy. Assuming Corrine had been honest with me
about never having engaged in oral sex with a female, I found it surprising she
didn’t hesitate to lick up and down Marilyn’s ravaged slit. Her mouth attacked
that cum soaked twat with the gusto of a bull dyke. A quick glance at another monitor showed
Marilyn applying her mouth to Corrine’s sex with equal vigor.
“White
girls love to eat pussy,” was Morgan’s comment on the matter.
Jerome
was right about girl on girl sex being a turn on. His guys were stroking and laughing as they
shouted at Corrine and Marilyn, urging them on.
Watching those two gang fucked women eat each other’s cunt was a
definite turn on. Perhaps it was the idea of watching white women eating pussy
your dick had recently vacated. I felt
my own cock responding to the sights and sounds of lesbian sex.
For
Jerome and his crew, maybe the fact they were white women added to how they
felt. I’ve since decided racism plays a
surprisingly large part in our attitudes toward sex. After several minutes of watching the rug
munch, the men began reaching in to touch the women. That seemed to ratchet up the intensity of
their oral sex.
A few
moments more and Jerome and Jamal climbed up on the bed and pulled the pair
apart. What ensued was spontaneous. I gave up on directing. I lay back in my chair, stroking my cock as I
watched my wife get screwed in every orifice.
Kelso pulled her to where her head hung off the bed and faced fucked her
while he worked her nipples hard. Levar
was double stroking deep into her pussy.
I suppose it’s the kind of sex, women fantasize but seldom if ever get.
I did
manage to pull it together enough at the end to capture required footage of a
kneeling Marilyn getting her face covered in semen. Anything who has watched porn knows facials
are the pro forma ending. In spite of
their earlier ejaculations, they managed to coat Marilyn’s face with jism.
Marilyn
followed my instructions to use her finger to slide most of it onto her
tongue. The final shot was of a smiling
Marilyn, her face, hair, and milk filled boobs glistening with spunk waving at
the camera blowing a come bubble. Acting
wise I considered Marilyn something of a thespian.
“That’s a
wrap,” I announced.
Corrine
showed up with a wet rag to wipe Marilyn off.
She helped her dress. They gave
each other a little hug when it was time for her to leave. As Jerome’s crew prepared to take her back to
her car, Morgan drew her aside to deliver serious threats to her and the life
within her. From the look of her face, I
believed she would keep her mouth shut.
If she didn’t, I would be going to jail for a long time.
Minutes
later, Corrine and I were left alone to clean and straighten the set. I downloaded all the captured video to a
clean set of DVDs then erased it off the computer’s hard drive.
“I’m so
sorry I got you into this,” I said as we drove home.
“Stop
apologizing,” was all she said as she placed her weary head on my shoulder and
dozed off. “What’s done is done.”
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