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|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by itsandi(m): 10:04am On Nov 19, 2017|
lovely More please
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by AndyGlobal: 11:43am On Nov 20, 2017|
Ifedayo u r already an enemy to Mma,,,,,Tolu engaged to ur rival hmmm interesting....
Pls ma coman update o;I'm following keenly
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by Angelsss(f): 2:16pm On Nov 20, 2017|
NOVEMBER BRIDES –EPISODE SEVEN
Spending time with Tolu had really helped her get her mind off the pregnancy and Iris’ cold treatment. As she flipped the pages of the photo album, she wondered how Tolu had been able to stand up to the woman. It pleased her greatly that she had someone to speak for her as she had no voice.
Iris was like a viper. Broody, deadly and calculating and when she gave you an icy stare, you melted right before her eyes.
‘What a Jezebel’ Mmayen rolled her eyes.
The face of the woman she had seen in the garden plagued her. She was a hundred percent sure she had seen the woman somewhere, or did she resemble somebody that she knew?
The photo album before her was the only thing the fire that gutted her parent’s house and burnt her parents to ashes had not consumed. It had been safely kept in a metallic box in her father’s bedroom.
Tears stung her eyes as that night came tapping her on the shoulder; she was afraid of the memories that flooded her brain but she couldn’t resist them.
“No”! She had screamed as she watched the flames soar higher and higher.
“Run Mma! Run to Damola’s house! Remember that I love you” her mother cried with a loud voice.
Tears streamed down her face as she remembered the incident. Her mother had pushed her out of the house to go over their neighbours but it had been too late for her.
The Oluwatosins lived opposite them and they had been so kind to care for her for some months before she decided to start her own life. They were a very wealthy family and partners with her father in the software business.
A smile creased her lush lips as the tears met the sun of remembrance. His handsome face.
Yes, Ife was dead drop handsome but his looks lacked the fire, the vibrancy that her first crush had. She had been caught in the web of infatuation with Chief Oluwatosin’s first son, Damola who had been six years older than she was.
They were very close at the time. He always told her about his dreams to be like Bill Gates and she would laugh over it and wished him good luck with his dreams.
She wondered briefly where he was as she had lost contact with the family after moving out to stay with Marian. She missed the complicated Oluwatosin family. The family was a mix of good, bad and crazy but they were very friendly and never treated her like an outcast-unlike Iris who hated anything associated with poverty.
Suddenly, the door flew wide open and an angry looking Ifedayo breezed in with a middle aged man who wore nerdy glasses and a black suit.
Mmayen shut the photo album and jumped on her feet, her eyes ran straight to the clock, wondering why he was back so early.
‘Welcome...’ she murmured, still not able to look at him after he slapped her the morning before.
‘Get inside the house, pack your things, we’re going to the hospital...meet Dr. Kola Martins, who would be in charge of the procedure’ Ife gestured to the middle aged man whose eyes were fixed on her belly.
She drew a deep breath, hoping this would not lead to another fight.
‘I don’t understand you...what procedure’? She cocked her head sideways.
‘Madam, you don’t have to be worried. Mr. Ifedayo here has explained everything to me, I know you have had near death experiences but I assure you this wouldn’t hurt’ the man spoke to her.
She scoffed, ‘ I still don’t understand you both...what are you talking about’?
‘Um, Excuse me doctor, we’ll meet you outside in two minutes time’ Ife turned around and ushered the man to the door.
Once the door was firmly shut, he quickly moved towards Mmayen and grabbed her firmly by the shoulder.
‘Look here bitch, you cannot ruin my life. You cannot trap me with that thing in your belly. So get into the room, take a bath and change, you are having that abortion today’ he yelled into her face.
Tears sprang up in her eyes as his thick fingers dug into her fragile brown skin. He was hurting her, not just with his hands but his voice.
‘How can you ask me to do such a thing? I told you...’ she licked her lips.
‘I would never abort this child Ife. I would keep it with or without you’ she fired into his face.
He was stunned for a minute; this version of Mmayen was new to him. Where had she gotten the strength to talk back at him? His eyes scanned the living room briefly, searching, hoping, and looking for a suitable object to launch at her.
He felt frustrated as he found none.
‘So going over to see my mother with that sick friend of yours made you think I’ll accept this’? Ife laughed.
Her heart raced, Iris must have called him.
‘Well, I don’t want to be a part of this child’s life and the better for it’ he pointed at her belly.
‘How could you say something like that? I love you Ife...why are you breaking my heart’? She moved towards him, her face was a river of tears. Why was he rejecting her?
NOVEMBER BRIDES WRITTEN BY ROSE AKPABIO.....
‘Hey! Don’t come any closer, get rid of it’ he raised his hands up.
Fear filled her as she stared into the eyes of the man who had promised her heaven and earth. He was a lie. His words were deceit.
‘I can’t’ she replied firmly.
‘Is that your final answer’? Ife clenched his fist angrily.
‘Yes, the baby stays’ Mmayen replied.
He hurried towards her and lifted her up towards the bedroom. He would deal with her for talking back at him and reporting him to his mother. What if his dad had been there? He would’ve been so disappointed in him.
‘What are you doing? Put me down’ Mmayen squirmed frightfully in his arms.
‘Bitch, I will make your life miserable since you want to ruin mine’ he threw her on the bed and moulded his fingers for the punches that were to come.
‘Ifedayo...please’ she cried and tried to run out of bed but he pinned her down with his firm hands.
“Kpam”! The first blow landed on her cheek.
“Ife”! She screamed. But the laughter of the punches he offered her face were louder than the tears of her screams.
NOVEMBER BRIDES WRITTEN BY ROSE AKPABIO.
NOVEMBER BRIDES EPISODE EIGHT
The evening wore a demure dress of sadness and hollowness; cool music and wind danced with the feet of the curtains in the large bedroom that house two huge beds.
Marian lay on one, chatting up her sugar daddies and checking up on Ife too. She loved him very much and she knew it would break Mmayen’s heart when she would eventually find out, but she didn’t care. Hell, she never cared for anyone else apart from herself.
Tired of chatting, she parted her lips in a yawn and stared across, Tolu wasn’t chatting tonight. She was busy with some books. She was a lecturer in Psychology at the teaching Hospital, Tomato Island.
‘It seems she has been dumped by her Yankee boyfriend a.k.a Facebook husband’ Marian rose to her feet. Her stomach was rumbling, she needed to fix something to eat.
‘If that is your way of saying “Tolu, I am sorry for calling you a bitch earlier” then i accept’ Tolu replied without looking up. Her mind was torn between the books she was reading and Mmayen.
Her meeting with Iris had showed her that Mmayen’s baby wasn’t going to be accepted and she needed to tell her friend the truth. Mmayen had to stay strong and raise the child.
‘I cannot apologize, you wronged me’ Marian strolled to Tolu’s bed and sat at the edge.
‘Whatever, this is not the time for us to fight Marian, we have to be there for Mmayen. She needs us more than ever and I didn’t like the way you walked out on her’ Tolu dropped her books and took off her glasses.
Marian sighed. She was angry her cousin had taken in for Ife and she had felt very jealous that he had touched her. She didn’t give a rat’s ass about what Mmayen did or did not do.
‘You see why I was mad’? She bit her lip.
‘It all comes back to us. She spreads her legs for him and gets pregnant and we are the ones that do the comforting. It still beats me why she is still with Ifedayo, the guy is a total jerk’.
‘I agree, totally’ Tolu nodded, but that wasn’t the point. How would they help Mmayen out of this situation?
‘So what do you think about the pregnancy, how do you feel’? Tolu inquired.
‘I want her to abort it and get away from that guy’ Marian replied.
‘What? Whatever your reasons are, I am totally against it’ Tolu wasn’t happy with Marian’s opinion.
Marian could care less; this was the problem with Nigerians. They ask you for your opinion and when you give it to them, it becomes a problem.
‘Take it or leave it, she is going to abort it because Ife wants nothing to do with it’ Marian rose to her feet already bored with the conversation.
‘I went to Iris’ today’ Tolu said, she narrated all that had happened in the rose garden.
‘See? This is what I am talking about. This baby is not wanted. Do you think it is fair to the poor child? I don’t want to be a part of this, frankly. And I am really starving, so, Let me go to the kitchen and fix myself something light’ Marian strolled out of the room without looking back.
‘Insensitive but has a point’ Tolu rubbed her chin thoughtfully. She had not seen it from this angle, but she was scared. What if Mmayen lost her life?
While she made love to her thoughts, a phone rang. It broke into her thoughts. She had been expecting a call from her lover who was to return after seven days. She was taken to him.
Her expectations crashed as she realized, Marian’s phone was buzzing. She rose to her feet and fetched it. She intended taking the phone to her.
She was about reaching the door, when her eyes found the screen glaring back at her. A mischievous idea entered her.
She decided to check her friend’s messages. Marian had bragged that she was now dating one of Tomato Island’s rich hotel owner, Tolu was curious.
She tapped the screen and then paused as she found this: Laura, things are going tough here, the bitch doesn’t want to comply.
Tolu shrugged, who was Laura?
She decided to mind her own business as she did not want to have a fight with Marian.
As she was about stepping out of the room, her phone rang. She rushed towards it and was rewarded for her exercise. Her lover was calling.
‘Hello’ she whispered sweetly.
‘My angel, where are you’? He asked.
‘Home’? She raised a brow.
‘I am in Tomato Island, text me your address’ he replied.
‘But you were to come in seven days time....’she trailed off.
‘I changed my mind, text me your address’.
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|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by richiearmany14: 3:09pm On Nov 20, 2017|
Wow! Am spell bound. update ASAP want to see the end of it
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by teanumi(f): 4:11pm On Nov 20, 2017|
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by AndyGlobal: 6:01pm On Nov 20, 2017|
Wow!interesting.... So Mma also knw Oluwatosins? Very very interesting indeed!Ifedayo u don jam b dat .....Dis is accurate indeed....Tolu,Mma,n Damola in same side.....Maria abi wetin b ur name u go hear nwii ...Hu knws hu Iris is to Tolu hmmm maybe one of her family enemies ,,,,suspense everywhr
Mmaye love pls b strong ,,,don't remuv ur bby pls I don't even knw d kain mumu love u still v for dah Ifedayo guy ,,,u berra wake up b4 love go kill u ooo
Tnks Angeless for d update more ink to ur biro
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by henrieternal2016(m): 7:27pm On Nov 20, 2017|
the best female writer of nl is back, pls let's give her a standing ovation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by Halyma(f): 8:09am On Nov 21, 2017|
If this Marian sees Tolu's boyfriend, hope she will not start making bad plans to get him.
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by kerr9(f): 8:14am On Nov 21, 2017|
we are now on front page
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by itsandi(m): 8:35am On Nov 21, 2017|
Lovely Continue please... Enjoy other interesting stories on Tushstories via
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by RapportNaija(m): 9:04am On Nov 21, 2017|
Yo, where's the rest of the story?
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by OlatunjiKazeem(m): 9:13am On Nov 21, 2017|
Wow, this is so nice, Angel keep up the good work, waiting for the next update
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by Buchi07(m): 11:44am On Nov 21, 2017|
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by horlajumokhe(f): 1:33pm On Nov 21, 2017|
wow! this is all I wanna say now.
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by MichaelBlake40(m): 2:08pm On Nov 21, 2017|
Well Angelss diz is a nice one hope the updates will be steady.
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by bimberry1307(f): 2:33pm On Nov 21, 2017|
I think Damola is going to fall for mmayen and it's going to create a rift between the friends as marian (as the bitch she is) is going to have her eyes on damola too. my opinion though, ride on angelsss
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by genius43(m): 8:59pm On Nov 21, 2017|
I smell war....
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by AndyGlobal: 9:57am On Nov 22, 2017|
Aunty Angeless coman giv us today's food o
It's Wednesday already....
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by teanumi(f): 8:34pm On Nov 22, 2017|
Waiting patiently for today's Update
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by AndyGlobal: 8:45pm On Nov 22, 2017|
Kai!so no food for us today?
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by AndyGlobal: 2:56pm On Nov 24, 2017|
Angeless waris keeping u dear?
Hope all is well?
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by XCELsis(f): 4:51pm On Nov 24, 2017|
Nice story line
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by Angelsss(f): 12:27pm On Nov 25, 2017|
Thanks to all those who asked after me.., I am fine...just power issues (NEPA) I am back... be praying for light o
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by Angelsss(f): 12:27pm On Nov 25, 2017|
NOVEMBER BRIDES EPISODE 9-11 BY ROSE AKPABIO
He had pummelled her face and bruised her lips; blood trickled from the sides of her mouth as she stared at the mirror in the bathroom.
She felt so hurt and alone in the world as she wept quietly.
How could love hurt this much? How could desire burn out so easily?
He had promised he would never, let her go through any abortion again; he had claimed he wasn’t ready to start a family back then, but he had been lying.
Maybe the voice of her heart was being truthful; maybe she was too stubborn to heed the advice of her best friends.
But she couldn’t help it, she loved him deeply. He had come into her life when she had nothing; no one/. He had sheltered her and provided all her needs. If she left him, what will be left of her?
Her eyes travelled to the little mound of her belly; she had checked herself thoroughly and was a hundred percent sure that sher baby was safe.
Tears burned her cheeks as she imagined going through another abortion.
‘No...You are important to me and i would never hurt you’ her lips shivered as she rubbed her belly. She was q month gone.
She wiped her face and reassured herself that with Tolu’s support and her self determination, she was going to win Ife over. She was ready to raise this child with or without him.
He will grow to like the baby, she assured herself as she dipped a foot into the tub, that was filled with warm and scented water.
She needed a bath; she needed to wash off her pain and heartache.
The feel of the warm water caressed her skin; it was sweet; fulfilling. Her eyes were firmly shut to against the world. Her long hair was kissed by the surface of the water as her back rested on the edge of the tub. In this moment, she felt peace.
She was unaware of everything around, lost in her own empire was she that she failed to notice the intruder.
Ifedayo clenched his teeth as he stared at Mmayen’S Unclad form.
He suddenly felt guilty for hitting her so brutally, but he couldn’t help it. He was in love with Marian, her cousin and Mma’s pregnancy would ruin everything.
‘I am sorry’ he said as he shut the door firmly behind.
Mmayen’s eyes flew open at the sound of his voice, the voice of the man that she loved.
‘Ife...’ she called to him with a broken voice. What did he want now? Had he come to hit her again?
‘I am sorry...’
‘I shouldn’t have hit you, Mma’ Ife moved to the tub and sat on it.
She swallowed the ball of pain that clogged her throat. What did he want now?
‘Mmayen...I love you but you must understand’ he paused as his eyes travelled to the erected peaks of her breasts.
‘Understand what’? Mma asked in a weak voice.
‘I am not ready for this child; so many things are going on in my family, at work, that have gotten my attention. I love you and I want to be with you only when I am ready’ he cupped her beautiful face in his hands.
‘So, I and this child are not important’? Mmayen stared into his dark eyes; he was so handsome; dark and desirable. How could she resist him?
‘You are but...’ he stopped.
‘But what’? A tear escaped her left eye.
He wanted to say more but he knew she would argue. Only one person could convince her to get rid of the child. Marian.
‘Tell me Ife, don’t you love me anymore? You have been cheating but I said nothing, don’t you love me’? She begged, she cried for answers.
He licked his lips nervously, eyes still on her beautiful breasts.
‘I love you’ his mouth moved towards her mouth and closed it in a passionate kiss.
His mouth tasted sweet; it was hot and burning; hungry as it searched the walls of her delicate mouth; tearing down every mental barrier that she had set up against him. This man was a good kisser, this man was the man for her.
He adored the sweetness of her lips; his hands ran to her long and glorious neck and did a dance; slowly, it crept from her neck to the two mounds on her breasts; he was burning with desire. He couldn’t wait to take her right here, right now.
A soft moan escaped her lips as his hands gave her mounds a squeeze; only Ife knew her body so well, only his hands could quench the desires of her heart.
He was kissing her; he was adoring her with his mouth. She was on fire and she couldn’t wait to feel him insider of her.
He pulled away from her sharply and stared into her eyes, they were heavily clouded with passion. This was his chance, he was going to take it.
‘I want to make love to you’ his voice was needy, heavy with wanting, like his life depended on that moment.
‘Yes’ she nodded sharply.
He rose to his feet and peeled off every piece of clothing that he had on. Leaving her to wallow in the perfection and beauty of his well chiselled and hard body.
She took a deep breath as he stepped into the tub; she knew she would never be the same after his touch.
‘I love you’ he whispered smoothly as he joined her in the tub.
‘I love you too’ she whispered in a shaky voice.
His mouth crashed down on hers another time, this time it silenced her doubts; it gave birth to hope and she knew deep down, there will never be a man for her aside Ife.
Marian had been busy making sandwiches. She decided to make Tolu some as a form of peace offering. Once she was done, she left the kitchen and returned to their bedroom.
‘Are you okay’? Marian scanned her friend’s face, she could read Tolu like a book. Something was bothering her.
‘Um, yea’ Tolu jumped to feet. She had not expected this, why had he returned to Nigeria without informing her?
‘Really? Try harder’? Marian dropped the tray containing the sandwiches on the table next to her bed. She knew her friend was lying.
‘Okay, promise not to be mad’? Tolu sighed. She felt nervous, what was he going to look like? How would she react when she saw him?
‘Go on’ Marian nodded, wondering what this was really about.
‘Um, my boyfriend is coming to the house in fifteen minutes; he returned to Nigeria today and asked to see me. I hope this is okay by you’ Tolu said.
‘Your boyfriend? You mean your fiancée? That handsome dude’? Marian’s face lit up, she couldn’t wait to see the warrior god in the physical.
‘Yes, the very same’ Tolu licked her lips nervously and moved towards her wardrobe. She needed to look good, first impressions did matter.
‘Well...I could help you with a dress, if you promise to tell me his name’ Marian offered with a wink.
Tolu scoffed, she knew Marian would never let this one go; what was the point of hiding his identity anyway?
‘Denzel Damola Oluwatosin’ Tolu replied.
‘Hmm...nice name combo, sounds quite familiar’ Marian rubbed her chin thoughtfully, she had come across the name before. She was sure of it.
‘What’s that’? Tolu read her expression.
‘Nothing, let’s get you a dress for this sweet occasion’ Marian shrugged and pushed her towards the dressing table.
Tolu changed dresses ten times till Marian settled on a beige short dress that was not just revealing but clung to her flawless ebony skin; Marian worked on her face for the next few minutes. Eye shadow. Lipstick. Eyeliner.
‘There you are, when he sees you, he wouldn’t think about any other woman’ Marian offered Tolu a mirror.
‘Whoa, I look amazing’ Tolu smiled, out of her two friends, Marian was the fashionista. She was the Nigerian version of Joan Rivers, bless her soul.
‘Thank you’ Tolu offered Marian a smile.
‘Welcome, I think out Prince Charming has arrived’ Marian winked at the sound of the doorbell.
‘Oh my God, I feel so nervous’ Tolu pressed a shaky hand on her chest.
Marian rolled her eyes, she hated drama.
‘Is this the part where the best friend comes up with a stupid line lik “You can do this”’? Marian shook her head.
‘Whatever’ Tolu hissed and hurried towards the door.
One, two, three. She counted in her heart and pulled the door open swiftly.
Her heart stopped as she found him right in front of her.
Maybe this was the wrong address, but this wasn’t the guy she was hoping to see.
‘Good evening darling’ the dark and lanky man waved at her.
‘Excuse me’? She raised a brow.
‘Are you looking for someone’?
‘Ah, yes, my Nigerian wife’ he smiled.
‘What Nigerian wife and who the hell are you’? She was getting impatient.
‘Denzel Oluwatosin’ he replied with a smile.
‘Oh no’ she murmured, she had been played on facebook.
Ten years had passed since he had left his home country to start his own software business in the United States. His parents had remained home with his siblings.
Damola Oluwatosin had made a name for himself; he had created a special brand of software “Marisoft” that had made waves int he software market. He hadn’t wanted to come home but the pressure from his parents was getting too much and he decided to pay homage to the City of Tomato Island where he grew up.
He sat outside, on a couch on the veranda of the Oluwatosin mansion. A massive building with twenty rooms. He loved the breeze that caressed the leaves of the palms that were planted in the compound.
He loved the smell of this African air. It was different. It was beautiful. It was soothing. This was home.
‘What are you still doing outside bro’? Lila his younger sister found him outside.
‘Just enjoying the breeze’ he replied and stared into her eyes. She was young but that didn’t stop their relationship from growing. She was wise and too mature for her age and she shared his dreams of making it big in the software Industry.
He had made her his Public Relations manager back at the US. He had asked Lila to stay back and watch their company over there since Denzel, his older brother had refused to stay back.
‘Really? Or you’re thinking’? Lila joined him on the couch.
‘What exactly would I be thinking of’? Damola caressed her hair.
‘I don’t know. Business. How to make more money’ Lila shrugged.
‘You are right, I have an idea, I am sorry I kept this from you’ Damola turned to his sister.
‘Where is Denzel by the way, as my business partner, he deserves to know’ Damola asked. He had not seen his brother for some hours.
‘Oh, he went to meet his girlfriend Tolu’ Lila replied, she almost laughed but she didn’t want to expose Denzel and his double lifestyle.
NOVEMBER BRIDES, WRITTEN BY ROSE AKPABIo
‘Oh? Okay, I bought a land opposite the Legacy Empire, I want to erect our first Nigerian branch there’ Damola announced.
‘Really? That’s perfect but what if the Legacies don’t buy that idea? They may kick against it’ Lila paused, they knew Ifedayo Legacy and his father and how ruthless they were in the business world.
‘I can handle them’ Damola sighed.
Hell, he had handled a lot of things, like losing the only girl he ever loved, how much more competitors in the business?
‘Alright, We’ll see about that; meanwhile, I think we should put up ads for your personal assistant. I would be very busy this week, having to prep you for your first interview with the Nigerian Telveision Authority’ she suggested.
‘Good. P.A is good’.
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|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by AndyGlobal: 1:25pm On Nov 25, 2017|
1st to comment issa goal!
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by Ennyfunmi: 2:06pm On Nov 25, 2017|
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by AndyGlobal: 9:08pm On Nov 25, 2017|
Pls Angeles's u need to clear me here ....u said Damola is Chief Oluwatosin's oldest son b4 but Damola just referred to Denzel as his elder brother in ur last update ....I think u mixed something up here dear ...
Eheem somebori shld temme who is dat Damola's gal dat he was able to get over ,,a little bird tells me it's Mmayen hmmm hope I'm not dreaming o
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by bimberry1307(f): 9:09pm On Nov 25, 2017|
thanks for the update MA. but I'm kinda confused o. Denzel, Damola! isn't both the same person? cos tolu referred to her boyfriend as Denzel Damola Oluwatosin.
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by favch(f): 10:24pm On Nov 25, 2017|
I wish mmayen will lose the child so she would b able to face more challenging situation, like being damola PA, I hate DAT tin called ife ryt now
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by AryEmber(f): 10:35pm On Nov 25, 2017|
favch:Isn't that a little harsh? Nice one Angel
|Re: A Bride For November By Rose Akpabio by favch(f): 10:45pm On Nov 25, 2017|
AryEmber:Yea,it is but sometimes you lose something to earn something bigger n better.
Its all involves risktaking
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