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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Lleigh(f): 6:45pm On Nov 20, 2016
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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Lleigh(f): 6:57pm On Nov 20, 2016
dedicated to Creeza, bibijay123, skarlett

Chapter 17

Remi watched Sam as she walked towards him in the reception area of the gym.

‘We can either stay here or go to the Chinese around the corner’ he said, when she stopped in front of him.

‘Mmm, Chinese sounds good’ she replied.

‘Are you ok walking, instead of taking the car?’ She asked him.

They agreed to meet back at reception as they went to drop off their bags in their cars.

Something was nagging him, but he couldn’t put his hand on it.

They walked to the Chinese restaurant as they talked about the state of the economy, the one conversation on everyone’s lips in the country.
They had ordered their meals and were waiting for their drinks when Remi’s phone beeped.

It was an email from MM.

‘Excuse me, it’s an email from work’ apologizing as opened up the email.
He quickly scanned it; he would have to reread it later.

She wanted him at the club on Friday and no coming all week. If the request was going to pose difficulties he should email her with reasons why he couldn’t restrain himself and fulfill her wishes.

‘Everything ok at work’ Sam asked, looking at him.

‘Erm, nothing too serious, just the schedule for next weekend’s cover’ he replied distractedly.

He had been hoping to maybe score with Sam tonight, latest tomorrow if he turned on the charm.

‘What do you do?’ she asked, as he put his phone away.

‘I am just a boring analyst’ he said

‘The word boring always implies hidden depths in a person, that they don’t want other people to see’ she said looking at him enigmatically.

Then he realized what had been nagging him, the third component of the oil he had used the two times he had been with MM.

‘What’s that scent on you?’ he asked, curious.

‘The perfume I am wearing? Are you allergic to it?’ she asked, the concern obvious in her voice.

‘No, it’s not that, I came across something close to it a few weeks ago and I haven’t been to place it. It has been bugging me ever since’ he replied.

‘Phew, I thought you were going to go into cardiac arrest or something’ she smiled at him.

‘It’s Jasmine’ she replied.

‘I am sure if I went into cardiac arrest you would be there to save me’ he said.

‘You’re a nurse right?’ He asked

‘What made you peg me as a nurse’ she said smiling at him.

‘I have noticed your reactions, firstly when I was rubbing my shoulder and just now when you thought I was allergic to your perfume.’ He said.
‘Your concern for my welfare comes on automatically’ he continued.

‘Ah, that makes sense. I am as our American friends would say a shrink and a forensic psychologist’ she said staring at him intently.

Remi was shocked and amused, he had jumped to conclusions.

I hope she isn’t analyzing me right now, he thought.

He was saved from more rumination by the appearance of their food.

Remi was the Director of risk at his bank; he was used to thinking about outcomes and taking the long view. That view was always based on probabilities and outcomes; it was never left to chance. For once in his dating life, he didn’t want to string a woman along, however, being a man he still wanted to keep his options open. Just in case the road down option 1 did not work out.

So he decided to add the unpredictable variable of chance into the equation.

He was on the horns of a dilemma, should he go with MM or try his chances with Sam.

Sam was such a sweet woman, when you got to know her, even if she worked with some weird people.

‘What are your plans for the weekend Sam? Can we do this again on Friday?’ he asked. The dice spinning metaphorically in his head, where would it land? Heads or tails, in whose favour?.

He waited for the answer to his fate.

‘Unfortunately, I can’t do lunch on Friday and I am scheduled to work on Friday night and I am going away on Sunday for a convention. Saturday will also be busy for me’ she replied.

‘That’s a shame’ he replied.

That’s it decided, he thought. Fate and circumstance was pushing him towards MM.

He decided there and then that he would go and see MM on Friday, but he was going to make it his mission to unmask her.

They parted in the car park of the gym; with Sam telling Remi she would call him when she got back from the Far East.

He got in his car and swiped away the push notifications he didn’t want. Isis was making its usual threats to the people in the East and West. There was also more analysis about the Trump win, as he settled down to read the message from MM.

From MM
You will make yourself available for my use at the club on Friday. You will be there and in Room 3 by 9.30pm.
You will be naked and lying on the table waiting for me.

You are not allowed to come before I see you on Friday. I will know if you have and the ramifications will be severe if you disobey.
If this is difficult for you or you can’t make Friday let me know.
MM.

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It had been a cranky week for Remi; he had decided to take MM up on her challenge. He actually wanted to see if he could abstain for a week. He did survive, but boy oh boy he needed something from her tonight.

Bayo had promised he would pick him up, fortunately his guest pass guaranteed him one more entry.
Remi thought he would have to ask MM how he would get into the club again if they were to see each other again. Well he wanted to ensure they saw each other again.

He had decided to keep things between him and Sam friendly and non-sexual. She was too sweet a person to toy with her feelings in a haphazard fashion and just use as an object of sexual release.

Plus the fact that she was a shrink would enable her to smell his bull shit a yard away.

They continued to train together during the week. He had stared to see a difference in his physique and that was due to her expert knowledge.
He still did not know a lot about her as she mainly listened to him and never volunteered much about herself.

His phone beeped alerting him to the fact that Bayo was outside.

After the usual pleasantries, Remi came out with his questions.

‘So Bayo, how did you hear about this club?’ as he stared at his friend intently.

There was a perceptible pause.

‘Erm, Yomi mentioned it and invited me as a guest’ he said, concentrating on the road.

Yomi was a friend he had met through Bayo, whenever or wherever they went or were, Yomi always made an appearance with a bevy of girls. He was a player with a capital P and a very charming one as well; how he escaped all the drama from the women surprised him.

‘Ah ok’ he said.

‘Do you know who MM is’ he asked as he stared out of the window as they pulled into the car park.

‘I don’t know Remi; I could walk past her in the street and not know her. I see these masked ladies and unfortunately I don’t keep a tab on who might be wearing one or not’ he replied apologetically as they drove into the car park.
They parted ways as Remi headed to Room 3.



Chapter 18

Remi took his clothes off and folded them over the chair and went to lie on the table.

He had been looking forward to this all week; the anticipation of what might transpire this evening, had kept him on tenterhooks all week.
If he didn’t have her today he was going to ask for her mask in return.

He did not think he could survive without touching or feeling her this evening.

In your dreams, he thought. She looked the type who would reveal the mystery in her own time.

He was still dreaming about what she was going to do, when he heard the door click and the next thing he knew she was there next to him.

Her rose was as brilliant as ever, she must have had that tattoo done by the same tattoo artist Cheryl Cole had used. They both had used the Rose as a motif. He had to admit that up-close MM’s rose was mersmerizing.

Her voice and accent were bewitching him further.
Where had she stayed when she had been America, he wondered and how had she ended up in Nigeria?

‘Matt nice to see you made it’ she said, as she moved towards her wall of torture as he liked to call it.

She was wearing a dress that clung to her in all the right places, with a deep v neckline, which when she turned towards him briefly gave him a full view of what lay beneath. He was shocked to see a glint of a chain between her breasts. The ends of the chain must have been attached to her tips, as they were as stiff as erasers and pushing against the fabric of her dress. Sh..it she had clamps or something on her b.o.o.b.s. This woman was teasing him.

The sides of the dress had been slit to just below her hips; showcasing her athletic thighs to perfection, they were on display for him to feast his eyes on. Which he did greedily, as he imagined those legs trapping his head between those thighs.

‘You were very impudent last week and it’s now time to pay for that recklessness Matt’ she said, as she moved towards her torture wall.
She came back with a contraption that struck the fear of god in him.

Her mask, which covered most of her face, added an edge to of dark sexual excitement to the proceedings, his fantasy at that moment was to take that mask off her face.

‘So Matt, why did you come here today, here to the club I mean. Not the cuming you will be doing for me later’ she said, the amusement obvious in her voice.

He thought through her question, how could he answer her, how could he tell her that she had him tied up in knots ever since that first night he had met her.

‘I want you to kneel with your feet at least 3 feet apart and your hands laced on the back of your head’ she said, as she stared at him.

‘Remember, if I do anything that is out of your comfort zone you have your safe word’ she said, as she looked down between his legs.

‘You have been blessed with superb piece of equipment Matt’ she said.

‘You haven’t answered my question Matt, why did you come here today? She asked him again.

She pressed a button on the table, the button activated a pulley in the table and it lowered slightly, lowering him to her height and bringing woody in line with her hands. She lifted it and pulled it making him catch his breath. Her touch causing woody to come to life as a drop of pre-cum dripped on to her wrist as she clicked the contraption into place on Woody, it didn’t hurt too much but it hurt enough to take his mind away from coming.

She stared at him as she licked off the drop he had deposited from her wrist.

‘Today is all about control Matt, can you control yourself from coming and can you come for me when I tell you too’ she said, as she moved towards him, her tips taut and teasing him through the fabric of her dress, the chain glittering brightly in the lights.

This woman was a witch and he wanted her to make him hers. He wanted to know, no he had to know who she was.
He was certainly going to try, or misbehave coming he chuckled to himself.

She used a whip to push his legs further apart, causing the thing she had on him to lift and separate his balls. All the time she kept her neckline in his sight of vision.

He was as hard as steel and getting harder, by the minute. The contraption only made him harder, as he watched her bend down. Her dress shifted up on her legs, he watched her mersmerized as he looked and searched for her panty line.

She looked up and caught him watching her.

‘What’s going through your mind right now Matt, tell me’ as she brushed her hands against the top of her dress.
His arms were aching, his legs were aching and Woody was so hard he could not think if it had ever been this way before.

I want to f.v.u.k you so hard he thought and make you scream.

‘Cat got your tongue Matt? Or should I show you what you want to do’ she watched him as she slowly lifted up her dress.
She stopped just before she showed her crown jewels.

‘What’s going through your mind Matt?’ as she repeated her question.
‘I want to see your face, I want to see the real you outside this room’ he blurted out without thinking.

His real answer he had wanted to say in his mind had been different.
He had wanted to tell her ‘I want you to allow me to give you pleasure, please don’t let me waste this. When I could be serving you’ the sweat poured off him as he tried to control his hardness.

It seemed it wasn’t the answer she had been expecting.

She looked at him, her eyes held an appraising look to them.
‘Well, well Matt, let’s see how you serve my needs tonight and maybe you might have yourself a deal’ she said.

‘If you do well tonight, you will meet me at the bar of this club in nine days’ time next Sunday, at 730pm.’ she said. As she moved her whip between his legs and began to torture him, the only way she knew how to.

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Lleigh(f): 7:01pm On Nov 20, 2016
Chapter 19

The incessant ringing of his phones pulled Remi out of a dream where he was f.v.c.ki.ng MM hard and wild. He had been about to come in her when he realised it was a dream.

He was drenched in sweat and when he looked down, Woody didn’t think it was a dream either.

The person ringing was Bayo.
It must be serious he thought as he hit the answer button on the phone.

‘Hello Bayo, are you Ok’ he said sleepily.

Sniffling came through the phone, sleep vanished from his mind. Something was wrong with Bayo.
Why was he crying, men never cried he thought. This had to be serious.

‘Bayo, what’s wrong why are you crying’ he asked alarmed.

There was silence, then more sniffling on the phone.

‘Bayo, what’s wrong please tell me?’ alarm bells going off in his mind.

More silence.

‘Have you seen the news Remi? Bayo asked.

‘You need to come to the club right now; there has been a terrorist attack in the Far East, Japan to be precise’ the tears were more evident now.
An alarm went off at the back of Remi’s mind; something was trying to come to the fore. He couldn’t put his hand on it, but his heart was filling with dread.

‘MM is missing, please come as soon as you can’ as Bayo ended the call.

*************************TBC******************************************

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Lleigh(f): 7:02pm On Nov 20, 2016
Creeza:
patiently waiting... Meanwhile, lemme do research about story plotting

Creeza ... landed

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by ritababe(f): 7:37pm On Nov 20, 2016
so he was fvcking in his dream and actually cumm grin

nice one dear

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Nobody: 8:07pm On Nov 20, 2016
Bayo and his mind games. So MM is missing and his crying yet he had claimed to know nothing about the club ladies..... Bayo caught!

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by veekid(m): 8:08pm On Nov 20, 2016
Sighs; I think in Yoruba land; it's bad to straf in one's dream; or am I getting it wrong?




Nice one

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Lleigh(f): 8:32pm On Nov 20, 2016
jagugu88li:
Bayo and his mind games. So MM is missing and his crying yet he had claimed to know nothing about the club ladies..... Bayo caught!


Bottle of Champagne for you jagugu88li wink
Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Lleigh(f): 8:32pm On Nov 20, 2016
veekid:
Sighs; I think in Yoruba land; it's bad to straf in one's dream; or am I getting it wrong?

Nice one

veekid... I am curious, what does it mean. Thanks
Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Lleigh(f): 8:40pm On Nov 20, 2016
Hi Fans of the club I have left out chapter fifteen................. sad
Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Lleigh(f): 8:46pm On Nov 20, 2016
cc jagugu88li

I left out Chapter 15.... sorry
Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by StupidYorubaFool: 8:47pm On Nov 20, 2016
Lleigh:
Hi Fans of the club I have left out chapter fifteen................. sad
spreads mat.

your write up is stupendous.... you deserve an accolade.

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by iykekelvins(m): 9:03pm On Nov 20, 2016
MM must mean a lot to Bayo, to make him cry when she's missing..

Something is fishy.

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by bibijay123(f): 9:32pm On Nov 20, 2016
Missing bawo? not my sam ooo...Lleigh do something abt it fast.

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Lleigh(f): 9:37pm On Nov 20, 2016
bibijay123:
Missing bawo? not my sam ooo...Lleigh do something abt it fast.

as you know bibijay life is full of heartache sometimes....

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by bibijay123(f): 9:47pm On Nov 20, 2016
Lleigh:

as you know bibijay life is full of heartache sometimes....
I know dearie* sad face*

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Nobody: 9:48pm On Nov 20, 2016
Lleigh:


Bottle of Champagne for you jagugu88li wink
Thank you, thank you. I'd like to thank my mother and my father. But most importantly, I would like to thank my parents.

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Lleigh(f): 9:55pm On Nov 20, 2016
**************************continued **************************

‘Bayo, what’s wrong please tell me?’ alarm bells going off in his mind.
More silence.

‘Have you seen the news Remi? Bayo asked.

‘You need to come to the club right now; there has been a terrorist attack in Japan’ the tears were more evident now.

An alarm went off in the back of Remi’s mind; something was trying to come to the fore. He couldn’t put his hand on it, but his heart was filling with dread.
‘MM is missing, please come as soon as you can’ as Bayo ended the call.


Remi got to the club in ten minutes, a good thing Nigeria did not have speed limits he thought, as questions churned through his mind.

He had tuned into the BBC World service and heard at least 500 people were known to be dead and scores missing. His heart filled with dread, he knew he was in for some bad news.

Men don’t cry. They just didn't something serious was going on.

He had wondered briefly, why there was going to be such a big gap before their next meeting.
For the past three weeks he had seen MM at least once a week.

She had done somethings to him that night that even thinking about it now made his cheeks red and warm, but funny enough she had not let him near her crown jewels.

When he came to think about it, it seemed that was her hard limit.

She had implied or rather told him, while squeezing his balls, for him to use the week to get his affairs in order as he was going to be hers c.o.ck, body and soul. The language she used was always enough to arouse him passionately.

He had already told her that he didn’t have a girlfriend, Mercy his FWB didn’t particularly count.

He was let through the main gates of the club, this time without all the checks he usually had to go through with Bayo when he went to the club.

He was locking the car, when it hit him, what he had been trying to remember.

Sam was also in the Far East, sweet lovely Sam. How was she connected to MM?

Bayo met him at the front door and they went into an office, where Yomi was talking to someone on the phone. He could tell by Yomi’s stance and voice that he was heavily invested in the situation unfolding.

The snippets of the conversation and authority in Yomi’s voice made him realise that there was a lot going on in this room that he wasn’t aware of.

Bayo had actually hugged him when he came for him at the front desk, he looked disheveled his eyes were red from tears and despair; he walked as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders. He looked the embodiment of dejection and despair.

‘I will let you know if we need you to help get us a visa after our meeting. Thank you sir’ as Yomi ended the call.

Remi noticed that Yomi’s eyes were red and from the way he looked he had been crying too.

‘Ok, can somebody tell me what is going on here’ Remi asked looking from Bayo to Yomi.

Bayo and Yomi looked at each other before Yomi took the lead and talked, by Jove talk he did.

Bayo had decided to play cupid and had decided to introduce Remi and Sam to each other. But cupid had gone behind Bayo's back as Sam had met Remi at the gym.

‘Hold on’ Remi put a hand up, his heart pumping in his chest.

‘Sam is MM?’ He asked staring at both of them.

Yomi ignored Remi and continued with his story. Sam was the 50% owner of the club along with himself and Bayo. She had inherited her late husband Michael's share.

Remi threw Bayo a murderous glance at that moment; he had asked soo many times if he knew who she was!!

Yomi continued his story; Sam was an orphan who had been brought by Michael and Yomi’s parents. She had been fostered by each family at one point or the other in her troubled life, as her mother had dumped her at Michael’s mother’s office as a toddler.

Sam had been married? Remi was shocked.

Anyway she got through her rough start in life and became a renowned doctor in the States. Michael’s illness had cut that short, as she helped Michael fulfill his wish of dying near his family in Nigeria, during that time they had set up the club.

Sam/MM was into the mystic art of rope tying and went to a retreat in Japan once a year every year without fail.
That godd.amn retreat was soo important to her that they had gone there as part of her honeymoon.

Sam is a very complex individual; the rope helped her overcome some issues’ Yomi said enigmatically, as he raked his hands through his knotted afro.

No kidding, Remi thought to himself. A woman who could change her appearance and voice definitely was a complex woman.

No substitute that for genius.

Michael had been her first and only boyfriend and then her husband, Yomi continued as he glared at Remi.

Remi slumped into the chair, he was in shock.

It was a lot to take in.

He felt that his stab at finding the woman of his dreams was slipping away.

How could he have been soo blind, all the signs had been there.

‘Hold on guys, Sam and MM can’t be the same person I have seen Sam in her swimming costume, she does not have a tattoo?’ he asked.

Bayo and Yomi simultaneously rolled their eyes at him.
The unsaid 'are you for real' obvious to him.

Bayo continued from where Yomi left off as it was obvious that Yomi’s voice was cracking with emotion.

The room was charged with raw grief and emotion, Remi could feel it.

Sam and Yomi were very close, as far as she is concerned Yomi is her big brother they are soo close she tells him everything.

Bayo looked at Remi squarely in the eye as he delivered that sentence.

Remi noticed the verb Bayo used; they were not giving up hope on her yet. As far as they were concerned Sam/MM was still alive.

Thank God he thought. He was going out there to find her; he was going to bring his Mistress home. As his Alpha protector alter ego came to the fore.

Before she left, Bayo continued, she told Yomi that she was going to come clean with you to see if you could take your relationship out of the club.

It made sense now what she had said before they had parted ways.

Remi was floored; Sam and MM were the one and same person.

A rush of emotion came over him as he realized he might not get see either one again for ever.

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Lleigh(f): 9:55pm On Nov 20, 2016
cc bibijay123, skarlett, swann, iykekelvins

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by bibijay123(f): 10:00pm On Nov 20, 2016
So am here feeling all so emotional for a fictional character. You are good babe! pls pls pls Remi shld not die too o, Am hopeful that mm is alive tho.

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Nobody: 10:20pm On Nov 20, 2016
I hope this is not part of their silly game too, playing with Remi's emotions like this.

Find your lady Remi and hope it works out for you two.

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Lleigh(f): 10:21pm On Nov 20, 2016
bibijay123:
So am here feeling all so emotional for a fictional character. You are good babe! pls pls pls Remi shld not die too o, Am hopeful that mm is alive tho.

Thank you for the endorsement bibijay
Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by iykekelvins(m): 10:23pm On Nov 20, 2016
I knew he was going to find out that Sam is MM.

Too bad he found out in an awkward way. Hope sam is alive tho.

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Creeza(m): 10:24pm On Nov 20, 2016
I missed tho... The king is here!!! Creeza for president 2032, shey una go vote for me ni? grin . So let me read up then drop a comment.
Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Creeza(m): 11:11pm On Nov 20, 2016
Took a while tho!

So let me get this straight: Sam/ MM decides to let Remi unmask her, only if He and I mean only if he proved that he was worth it...
She would become his, body and soul included, hmmmm I smell suspense and conspiracy.. sad Lleighs I hope its not what I think-?--- I am a writer too, but let me not spoil the fun and allow the author twist the story anyway she likes.... grin

Long and very educative updates -- my best part " When Remi sat speechlessly on the table thinking to himself how he was gonna give it to her hard and raw.... Team Remi all the way..
Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Adesina12: 11:36pm On Nov 20, 2016
I want to belief this yeye Sam/MM won't give Remi heart attack,
There is something fishing going on among the trio of Sam, Bayo and Yomi,
They haven't really come out truthfully for Remi as they are still playing their cards to their chest,
Well let's see where your pen and iq take us to,
You are a genius, well done.

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by veekid(m): 11:56pm On Nov 20, 2016
Lleigh:


veekid... I am curious, what does it mean. Thanks
I also don't have the fact; all I know is its not proper
Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Lleigh(f): 7:00am On Nov 21, 2016
Cc Darkrebel101

I would appreciate your feedback thank you
Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by Nobody: 7:14am On Nov 21, 2016
Lleigh:
Cc Darkrebel101

I would appreciate your feedback thank you

You write brilliantly as well. I read snatches of your work when Skarlett shares them.

I would read everything on this thread and get back to you in the evening. Have a pleasant, drama-filled day.

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Re: The Club a story - #nlwriters by bummybummy(f): 7:57am On Nov 21, 2016
Lleigh:
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