Chapter 13: Fides Quaerens Intellectum

"Hey, baby, what're you doing? Come back to bed."

Her voice sounds so sleepy and raspy. Must be all those orgasms she screamed her head off for. Heh.

"I'll be right back there; you better get ready for round 12."

She giggles sleepily. "Oh God, when I bought that thing I didn't think of the possibility that we'd use it for 4 straight hours."

"Straight?" I chuckle.

She laughs, "What're you doing on the computer?"

"Sendin' an email to the inventor of that thing, it's just too damn good. Never had that much control before."

"You're serious?"

"Well, yeah. I like to let people know when they've got a good or bad product. Feedback helps."

Buffy goes quiet. I was serious about the email, but I'm also emailing the therapist. Dunno why I don't want B to know about that yet, but I don't.

I finish what I'm doin' and turn off the monitor. B lifts up the covers as I approach the bed; I thought she had gone back to sleep. I slide in and snuggle up against her.

"Oh, my God, Faith! You're freezing!" She complains.

These old buildings don't really keep the cold out that great, and I hate havin' the heat on full blast. I get too hot.

"No worries, B. I plan on rubbin' myself all over you to get warm." She turns and wraps me up in her arms. Her warmth and sleepiness are makin' me hot.

I reach down between us and slick my fingers in her wetness. She yelps a bit.

"Cold fingers! Cold fingers!"

I snicker, "They're warmin' up real fast though." I swirl a finger around her engorged clit.

"Mmmmm, yes, yes they are." She sighs out. "Oh, Faith, that feels soooo good."

I whisper a few endearments into her ear and she murmurs a loving response; soon her breathin' increases and she tries to get me to enter her with my fingers.

But, all this wetness shouldn't go to waste. I slide down under the covers until I'm face-to-pussy. I can't see very well but my nose and tongue are my guides, that and her gasps. Every time my tongue dances lightly over her skin, her hips jump a bit and she lets out a groan or a gasp.

She reaches down with her hand and puts it on the back of my head. She loves when I give her head when she just woke up. It's lazy, and hot, and wet and damn! My mouth is watering.

I slurp up all the juice I can find with my tongue and then make figure eights over her clit. She holds my head in place a little firmer. Nasty girl knows what she wants.

"Oh, yeah, Faith, that's it. Oh my god, fuck yeah! Mmmmm, suck that pussy, yes!"

I smile into her. See? That "pussy" was said with confidence. I love this girl.

"Inside please, please."

I enter her with two fingers and immediately seek out her G spot, rubbin' it, wantin' her to come harder than she ever has. That's a tall order, but it's not like I don't keep tryin' each time.

I stop my figure eights and apply my lips around her clit and suck for all I'm worth. Within minutes she shouts out.

"UUUUnnnnnnNGG! Oh fuck it!! Yes, that's it, oh fuck!! I'm coming!!!!!"

Yeah? Couldn't tell. Her pussy walls are tryin' to break my fingers.

She's lifted her hips off the bed and tries to get her pussy down my throat. At least that's what it feels like. Finally, the tension relaxes and she falls back down to the bed, her head is shaking from side to side.

I remove my face from her pussy and slide up her body. I don't remove my fingers from her, although I have stopped thrusting. I just let her ride it out at her own pace.

"Oh, baby. That was, holy shit, that was fucking wonderful!!"

"MMmmmm was exactly what I was thinking." I capture her lips in a heated kiss.

My fingers wiggle a little in her pussy. She gasps a bit.

"Those fingers have sure warmed up."

I wiggle my brows as I keep wiggling the fingers. "You know it."

I wake up and can smell breakfast cookin'.

She can't be up yet.

I roll over to tell B an intruder is cookin' breakfast for us, and I'm met with the empty side of her bed.

There's no way she's able to be awake. All that fuckin' last night with the new toy, and then her and I, lickin' and suckin' each other until we were both exhausted and couldn't take no more. It just can't be true.

I get up and go do my business then make my way into the kitchen.

She's in her robe and dancin' to the radio while she makes whatever she's makin'.

Ok, I'll have to give you some updates on stuff that used to be a challenge for Buffy. One is she can cook now. Ya see, I never want to see her disappointed and when we were first goin' out she'd fuck up the cookin' so bad she'd be all depressed about it. So, I finally taught her how to cook, it took a while but she learned not to over cook the vegetables and dry out the meat. One of her best dishes is roasted chicken with rosemary garlic new potatoes and vegetables.

Damn my mouth is watering! Not only from the thought of her chicken, but from the outline of her ass swayin' in that silk robe.

The second thing she can do now is drive without killing people in the car or on the street. The first time I got in the car with her, in Scotland, Willow looked at me like I was nuts. But of course she usually always looked at me like that, mostly because I was nuts, but that's because I was always fuckin' with her and givin' her a hard time. Anyway, I almost fuckin' swallowed my tongue when B pulled out of the parkin' space. I made her pull over when I got back the use of my voice. She was all pissed off and shit, but I wasn't about to have either of us die just because she was poutin'.

That weekend I took her out on an excursion up to Elgin, the trip usually takes almost four hours, but we took our time, and I taught B that pressing your foot on the pedal as far as it will go, aimin' the car in a direction, and prayin' that everything'll go ok isn't how you drive. I was very gentle in my suggestions, ‘cept I had to remind her kinda forcefully on a few occasions, that we were on the wrong side of the road. She appreciated how I was with her and amazed at how well she could actually drive. We spent the rest of the trip at the Royal Hotel in down town Elgin and I taught her how to drive around the town and parallel park and junk. It was great. She was go grateful that each night I got an extra round of head as my reward. Can't beat that shit.

She turns around as she hears my sigh at that memory.

"See something sigh-worthy?" Brat knows I've been watchin' her this whole time, she just likes the attention.

"Yeah, that ass."

She wiggles her eyebrows and shimmies her sweet rump a little bit.

"That one?"

I chuckle, "Yeah, the one I got busy with last night."

This time it's her turn to laugh, "I thought I was gonna have to fight my ass for you, you were all caught up in it."

"Shit, who wouldn't be?" I shake my head at the thought. "Whew, that's one fine ass, sweetpea."

I walk up behind her and start gropin' it. She leans back into me and sighs. I give sweet kisses to her neck and she continues to sigh and occasionally ‘mmmm'.

"As much as I'd like to continue this, your breakfast will be burnt and being that it's my breakfast too, I'll be all kindsa cranky."

I murmur into her skin, "Well, stop bein' all kindsa hot and I'll let you cook."

She laughs.

I wrap my arms around her waist and look down into the pan. "Mmmm looks so good. Is it my birthday again already?"

She scoffs a bit. "I know you do most of the cooking but I wanted to do something nice for you this morning. I mean, after you all you did for me last night."

"Not like I wasn't reapin' any rewards, B. That fuckin' toy is off the chain! The vibrating silicone egg thing, WOAH BABY!!"

"I thought you might like that."

"What's not to fuckin' like?! Not havin' to stop to adjust any straps, it's all snug inside up against my g, and I get to fuck you to non-stop orgasms while I'm gettin' off from the penetration and vibration. Damn, I could write poetry about that thing."

"Poetry?"

"Yep, under the name Dorothy Fucker."

She snickers. "You're so twisted."

I don't respond ‘cause I'm busy thinkin' of a poem. I'll work on it later though, looks like breakfast is ready.

We eat in comfortable silence, well, kinda silence, I grunt when I'm hungry and am eatin' something this good. She's awesome with omelets and her bacon is cooked just fuckin' right. Not too over or underdone.

Buffy sighs as she finishes her food and then starts gatherin' dishes to clear them away. I stop sippin' my coffee and watchin' her.

"All done, sweets?"

"Yep, did you like it?"

"You couldn't tell from the grunts?"

"Oh, I just thought those were your mating calls, I assume this is mating season."

Bitchy, she's the one in fuckin' heat. I don't say shit ‘cause I'm not that stupid and I don't wanna fuck up any chance of gettin' some later, I think we might have two days left until P-day.

Don't get grossed out or nothin' but I can always tell by Buffy's come and the feel of her pussy that the red tide's about to come in. It's usually about a degree warmer, and right after she comes, as soon as I slurp up all the juice, she's dryer than normal. Like her pussy gets stingy and won't give up any more juice. I'd like to do a study on it.

I grunt, "Me Faith, you Buffy." She loves when I say that.

"There's my Tarzana." She laughs and goes to take the dishes to the sink. I jump up and take them from her.

"You sit and drink your coffee, I'll put the music on and after I'm done we can make out to whatever's playin'."

"Ooooh, sounds hot."

I wink at her, "Thought so."

I finish the dishes in record time.

Buffy sits on my lap in the kitchen as we do exactly what I said and make out to the music. She gasps and I briefly think it's because I cupped her breast through her robe when I hear the sound of her voice comin' out of the radio.

"...Buffy, [pause], yes that's my real name. Gosh, rude much? Anyway, you're listening to 92.3 WMOP where the music is hot and the talk is cheap. Very cheap."

HOLY SHIT!! They used the promos we recorded at the radio station after we won that contest!! B's face is so beet red and embarrassed right now it's not even funny. I'm about to laugh when I realize that if they're playin' hers, they've been playin' mine, too.

Oh, fuck!! I sounded like such a fuckin' dork on that, I didn't care because I never thought they'd use ‘em.

We sit in embarrassed silence as Jacob Dylan sings about his one fuckin' headlight.

"Uhhhh, so..." I break the silence.

"Yeah..."

"Damn..."

"Yep..."

"You think we get royalties outta that?"

"Doubt it."

"Fuck"

"Mmmm hmmm."

After our embarrassed conversation we get up and take showers, I check my email while she's blow dryin' her hair, and my heart starts poundin'. I see I got a response from that Doctor. Man, the time stamp on it shows she replied about 10 minutes after I sent it. I guess she stays up late workin' or somethin'. Buffy comes back in the room.

"You checking your appointment schedule?"

Fuck, she knows? I thought Giles wasn't gonna say anything about it, and what the fuck's the deal with tellin' her about my business? I mean, she is my fiancée and all, but still, I should be the one tellin' her what's goin' on. Which I was, I just was tryin' to get it all straightened out in my head first. Don't know if I'm gonna even show up to this, so why tell Buffy and then have her on my back all weekend about not goin'.

She must catch the look on my face ‘cause she's quick to say, "Faith, I was joking. You know, I was teasing you about your Outlook calendar being all full from the non-existent stuff you put on there."

Oh, yeah, she does joke about that. Whew. I gotta relax.

"Oh, I thought you meant somethin' else."

"What?"

I sigh, shit, I gotta go to this appointment, so there's no use in tryin' to hide it from her.

"I do have an appointment scheduled for this afternoon."

"Really?"

"Yep, it's with..."

She's about to protest me tellin' her what it is. Even though I can tell she's dyin' for me to tell her, she doesn't want me to feel I have to tell her all my business. Ok, I'm not gonna have the thought that I don't deserve her and that she's too good for me, again.

"...a therapist Giles recommended."

She looks relieved. "Oh, that's cool. What time?" She tries to play it cool.

"About 12:30."

"Was this something that you've had scheduled for a while?" She couldn't resist that one.

"Nope, I was emailin' her last night."

"Oh, so it wasn't about the quality product that you were providing feedback for." She smirks.

"Oh, no, I sent that, too; I just sent this one right after that. I don't lie about providin' feedback on a product I love."

She shakes her head and smiles at me. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"I guess, ‘cause you keep tellin' me that, and I don't take ya for a liar, so it's gotta be true." I smirk.

Buffy leans in for a kiss. Man, if schedulin' appointments with therapists gets me this kinda lovin' I'll do it everyday.

"So, you'll be back home about two?"

"Yep, how about you? You gotta patrol tonight?"

"Nope, it's Kennedy's night." I narrow my eyes a bit but recover, not her fault K's messed up. "I'm going in to the office and take care of some stuff before we go on our trip. Then tomorrow, I've got a yoga class I'm teaching and then I'll be done at about 12."

"Awesome, then I'll pick you up from there. Too bad about tonight, I thought you had patrol so I told Xander I'd hang out."

"No problem, baby. I'll be busy here deciding which 60 outfits I want to bring to Boston."

I laugh at that and tickle her until she's almost pissin' herself.

When I stop and she recovers I ask, "Why don't you meet me at Xand's?"

"Uhhh, well, I talked to him and he said he was really just looking forward to you guys hanging out, you haven't had guy/girl night in a while. Plus, I'm so exhausted from last night, I just want to get some rest."

Can't argue with that. Besides, if she's sleepin' when I come in, I can always wake her up with the wonder dong. Damn, that thing is just too good!!

"I'll miss you." I give a Faith pout.

"You better." And she smacks my ass.

Brat!

"Tell me about your mother."

Well howdy fuckin' do to you too, this is the second thing that she said to me since I've been here. The first thing was "Faith, pleased to meet you, my name is Pamela, have a seat."

We stare at each other for a good 10 minutes. I know this is not how it's supposed to go, but for some reason I don't really care. I know she's qualified and all, but I don't know her for shit, so it's not gonna be that easy for me.

After about the 40 minute mark she finally says, "So, I'm dealing with a very stubborn person, good to know."

I guess she just said that thing about my mother to see what my reaction would be and she probably knew I wouldn't say shit. Damn. I'm up against a really smart lady.

"Why don't we start off with me telling you a bit about me, I know that's not really traditional, but then we're not in a traditional business."

"Not traditional? That's all we are, lady. With the ancient shit we follow every day."

"You're right, I guess I mean conventional." Heh, not as smart as I thought. "Anyway, what I'm getting at is I'd like you to be more comfortable around me, my guess is that you don't share easily and if I can get you to be more comfortable with me, these sessions will go a lot better than the last 40 minutes did. Agreed?"

Maybe she is as smart as I thought.

"Sure," I shrug. "Ya know, whatever."

"Ok, whatever, sure." She mimics me and my eyes narrow. "I love your use of the language."

"Yes, well, yours is simply to die for, darling. I could prattle on and on all day about biccies and scones, and licorice all-sorts, but what I really want to do is smoke two packs of fags and skull down a dozen bottles of Bolli, sweety." I mimic her accent exactly.

She smirks, wanting to laugh out loud, I can see it. "I see Giles has taught you well." She jokes.

"Nah, that was from years of watchin' AbFab." I smirk back. "My ma used to borrow the tapes off my Aunt and watch them while she drank her cheap wine."

Shit, I talked about my ma, now she'll ask me a few dozen questions about her. I'm still not ready but I don't really wanna be rude to her, she's been pretty nice so far.

"Ah yes, Edina and Patsy. It's funny how we're influenced by the things we see, isn't it?"

I shrug.

"I can't watch an episode of any show on the Food Network, without going out and buying Jasmine infused olive oil, shallots and some other expensive ingredients for recipes no one's ever heard of. The best marketing campaign I ever worked on was for Lays Potato Chips, ‘betcha can't eat just one'. No one can, that was the point really, but if you put it in people's faces they're going to flock to it."

"I know what ya mean. It's hard for me to watch a movie where someone is smokin' and not jones so bad for one."

"You gave up cigarettes?"

"Yes, did you have some other intelligence on that?"

"No, it was just a question."

"Oh. Yeah, well I gave them up a couple of years ago."

"What made you quit?"

"Buffy, and the fact that I was coughin' up a lung each mornin', plus I'd smell all "yucky" and B didn't like that."

"Ah yes, you've been with her for how long?"

"All my life." I think back to the times when I would be searching for something I didn't know what it was. "But as a couple for almost two years."

"Are things going well?"

"Better than well, they're fu---uhhh, they're awesome."

"Feel free to swear if you must, I'm not a total prig."

"Fuckin' A!" I chuckle.

She laughs.

"So, you worked in marketing?" I'm kinda curious about that.

"Yes, I had a minor in business and when I got out of university I went for what I felt passionate about which was advertising, yes, weird I know. However, after my father was killed I decided to come help the cause."

"Giles told me the Bringers killed him, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thank you." She clears her throat, and takes off her glasses to clean them. She's really hot for an older chick, I wonder if Giles tapped that ass.

Buffy's right, I'm such a guy sometimes. We're quite for a few more minutes, I don't really know what to say.

"So, Faith, I said I'd like to put you at ease, is there anything you'd like to know about me?"

"Do you have any kids?"

"No, no kids."

She looks like she wants to tell me something, but doesn't know how. Before I can ask anything else there's a knock on the door. Pam tells them to come in.

"Sorry to interrupt, Pam. Mr. Wells is your next appointment, and he's been in the lobby now for thirty minutes."

Shit, Andrew, figures he'd need therapy.

Pam looks at her watch, "We're only 5 minutes over."

I laugh, "Yeah, but he's probably driving her bonkers out there."

The assistant smiles gratefully at me.

"Yes, very well. Please tell him I'll be ready in five minutes."

"Certainly."

"Sorry for that, Faith. Tell you what, the next time we'll schedule a two hour session. I'd wanted to be able to do that this time, but unfortunately Mr. Wells wouldn't be shifted to tomorrow."

"That's ok, it's really no problem. But uhhh, do you mind if I leave out the back? I really don't want to run into him."

She quirks an eyebrow.

"He'd squeal like a girl and want us to form a club and I really don't need him to know I'm comin' here."

"I understand, you may leave the back way. That door over there leads to the back hall. Just follow it to the stairwell. So, which day would be best for you?"

"I'm going away tomorrow, Buffy and I are going to visit my family in Boston."

"Oh, how nice, it's good to see you getting back in touch with them."

Huh? Shit she must have a lot of information on me some how, I didn't tell her dick about my family.

"How did you... ya know what, never mind. I gotta go, I'll email you if I get time next week."

"Faith, did I say something wrong?"

"Nah," I sigh, I'm supposed to be finding answers to why I am the way I am, so I decide to do the adult thing and let her know what I'm thinkin'. "I just don't like when I know I have a file probably about 12 feet thick and someone knows all about me."

"I do have a file on you, Faith, but that's not how I knew about your family. Unfortunately, we don't have time to go into that, we'll have to plan for next week."

Clever, this way she gets me to come back at least one more time.

"Ok, how about Tuesday?"

"Excellent, I'll have Karen email you with the time, have a good trip, Faith."

"Thanks." We shake hands and I leave.

Well, I didn't find the answers I was lookin' for, but at least I'm headed in the right direction. I guess.\\

After I mess around at home for a few hours, I head to Xand's, got some beer, a tray of little deli sandwiches and a few different kinda chips. He said he was gonna have a few buddies over. I've hung with the guys before a few times, it hasn't been too bad. They mostly talk about the girls they ain't never gonna get.

I knock on the door and Xander opens it quickly. "Faith! So, good to see you. So, so good!!"

"Damn, Xand, you gettin' all ‘Buffy and Willow' on me? Should we hug like we haven't seen each other in years?"

"Well, I'd hug you but then it might start a chain reaction and I'm sure you don't wanna be groped by a half dozen guys."

"S'ok, your friends were pretty coo…" The word "cool" dies on my lips as Xand steps aside to let me in the apartment. I recognize Andrew in some sort of monk get up, looks like one of the Bringer outfits, complete with the hood up over his head. There are a couple other guys in various costumes and a couple with weird lookin' hats sitting at the round table.

I pull Xander out into the hall and he shuts the door.

"Please, Faith, please, please, I beg you, please don't leave me. I...I'll do anything." He sounds like he's actually going to start crying.

"How'd this happen? I thought you were having a few of your friends over? You fuckin' trick me, Xander?"

"No! I did invite the guys, Matt and Jeremy were here, and Colin even brought a girlfriend, Sanjay was on his way."

"And?"

"I told Andrew he could invite a couple of friends, and the D & D group he plays with decided to have their mourning party here."

"Mourning?"

"They're all broken up about the death of the D & D creator. Anyway, the guys left, they must've called Sanjay and told him what was happening."

I start to unload my stuff onto Xander, and he pleads with me again.

"Please, please, Faith! Don't leave me. Don't!! Not you too. I couldn't take it."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Didn't I tell you this would happen, Xander? I don't know why you let him move in."

Xander looks sad, "You sounded like Anya just then."

Fuck, he pulled out the ‘I'm still broken up over losing the love of my life' card. I sigh defeated.

"Ok, but you owe me big time."

"OK?! OK!!! OK!!!! OK!!!!!!!" He shouts and jumps around. Heh, he's such a goof.

Damn, that's why Andrew couldn't switch his therapy appointment today, he had to cry about the Dungeons and Dragons creator.

Me and Xand go back in the apartment.

"Look, guys, Faith's here!" Xander says all chipper, just to rub it in. He takes the stuff out of my hands and disappears into the kitchen. Bastard.

"Ah, yes, dear Faith. The Dark One." Fuck, if he goes into the Dark Slayer speech I'm gonna end his misery.

"Oooh, Andrew, you didn't tell me you knew hot chicks." One of the D & D geeks says.

"Sorry, MellowWynd, the Dark Goddess is taken, she's engaged to the Fair One, Buffy."

"Oh, that blonde chick with the awesome rack you introduced me to last week?"

Oh, fuck no, this mother fucker is dead!!

Xander comes running out of the kitchen and intercepts me from my charge on the sexist geek.

"Woah, woah, woah!! Easy tiger."

I lower my voice to a dangerous register, "Step aside, X. It'll all be over quickly."

"MellowWynd, the Dark One will kill you if you don't shut your impudent mouth and I just might take your polyhedral dice and light them on fire!" Andrew says in my defense. Maybe he's not so bad after all. Must be hella broken up about the D & D guy.

The Mellow-geek looks nervous.

Xander takes my coat from me and smoothes his hand over my back, kinda like he's tryin' to smooth my ruffled feathers then he fucks off to God knows where.

"Faith, allow me to introduce my fellow Dungeon Masters. These fellows are the best at guiding other D & D gamers on the adventures of a life time. I shall introduce them as their former character names, for they are the best and the brightest character's known to man, and now who live on in the World Of Warcraft." This dude should be in movies, or at least an asylum. "The one who so callously spoke when not spoken to was MellowWynd, I apologize to you for his sexist words against the Fair Buffy."

Damn, he's even geekier than usual, sounds like he's in some kinda play, probably showing off for his geeks.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." Mellow says.

"Thanks."

"As I was saying, my Dangerous Beauty," Such a fuckin' dweeb. "the man in the purple mage's costume is none other than Archanex, very powerful with the magics. He has an alignment that is second to one."

"Uh, don't you mean ‘none', dude?"

"No, one, that would be me."

"Oh," Shit, this is going to be the longest night of my life. Fuckin' Buffy probably knew about this and that's why she didn't wanna meet me here. I might break rule number one tonight and kick her ass a bit. Or at least tease her until she's beggin' for release and then go to sleep. Sounds like a plan.

"The one next to him holds the trophy for second most XP gained in a single weekend session of AD & D," I really don't wanna ask what the A stands for. "He is Garthan, Lord of Garth." I really, really wanna fuckin' laugh, but I don't wanna be a total bitch so I bite my tongue.

"Cool, hey, wha'sup?"

He looks like I just said I'd suck his cock.

"Hi!! You're engaged?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"The good ones are always taken." He sighs.

Andrew looks annoyed that we've stopped his groove.

"Yes, yes, or dead." He sounds like he's gonna cry. "And last but not least, the one who also forgot his costume is Robin, of Lodi." Now I really do laugh.

"Lodi?"

Robin speaks up, "Yeah, it's where I'm from in New Jersey. But it's also supposed to be LowDie, because I always used to roll a low number when I would play before I became a righteous Dungeon Master." He laughs a decidedly geeky laugh.

"Interestin'" I cough some more of the laughter away.

"Let us bow our heads in remembrance of Gygax."

Fuck! Xander is gonna owe me big time. I don't care if he saved my life, this has to outweigh him stoppin' me from chuckin' myself off the castle. I bow my head, in remembrance.

After a moment or two, Andrew wipes his eyes and announces there is food and other refreshments in the kitchen.

I go in and skull a couple of beers right in a row. Xander eyes me nervously. He's hidin' out in here.

"Fuckin' A, dude, fuckin' A." I say.

"Yeah, exactly."

"Well, let's go get our fuckin' geek on, X." I slap him on the back and his face brightens.

"You're the best, Faith!!"

"Don't I fuckin' know it. Bring the beers and that tray of sandwiches, I need something to keep my mouth and hands occupied."

He snickers, "Buffy could do that for you later."

"Yeah, but she's on my shit list, so she's gonna get her comeuppance tonight." I wink at him and sling an arm over his shoulder as we walk outta the kitchen and into the dorky fire.

"OH YEAH FAITH, Fuuuuuck, Fuck yes baby!!!!!!!! More, right there, more, please!!!"

I roll off of her, and snuggle into my pillow.

"Wha? Huh? Faith?"

No answer from me.

"Baby?"

"..."

"FAITH!!!"

Comeuppance.

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