[Alucard pulls away, but only for a moment. He kisses Trevor's forehead before he withdraws entirely.]
As you wish.
[He does go over to the bed. He's not sure how to sit when he lowers himself on the bed. How does one sit sexily? He doesn't know. So he just sits, watching Trevor.]
[ The needle is a plain one, kept in a pincushion that isn’t particularly ornate, with a small vial of cleaning alcohol next to it. He still likes to think of using some beautiful, worthy tool for this purpose, but this is the sharpest one they have and causing the both of them as little pain as possible comes before prettiness.
Once he has it, he approaches the bed. He’s fidgetting as he does, and his throat moves in a nervous swallow as he steps forward and kneels on the rug a few feet away from Alucard. ]
[Alucard had still expected Trevor to use his teeth, in the end. He likes it, actually, but this way is safer and includes less threat of infection. It was Alucard who had insisted on the cleaning alcohol, and it's Alucard who keeps it full.
Trevor kneeling like this though? That is a lot to look at, and Alucard has to breath out steadily as he extends his left hand.]
[ The teeth have their uses. If he needs more than a few drops of blood, they let him be incredibly precise with how much he opens skin. For this much, though, the needle is a better tool. ]
I will.
[ Just not yet. For now he kisses the pads of each of Alucard’s fingers, then catches the ring finger between his teeth. Just the front ones, not his pointed canines. He holds it there for a few seconds before letting it go and using the needle to pierce the pad of that same finger. ]
[Alucard's other hand immediately buries itself in Trevor's hair. It's how it works when Trevor takes blood: Alucard's hand strokes Trevor's hair, keeping time and letting the alchemist breathe easy. It's perfect. And he's apparently using some new shampoo, because Trevor's hair feels softer than ever.
The first kiss gets a soft little gasp, because he expected Trevor to just get started and then ease into the rest. But no, he's starting like this, and it's breath taking.
There's only a moment's flinch when Trevor pierces his finger. When he realizes which one well--
--no. Teasing about that is for later.
So instead Alucard leans down and over, kissing the top of Trevor's head.]
[ The ring finger was a Sypha addition to this. She doesn't care much about details like those, but she's canny enough to know that Alucard might. AQnd the hair? A result of him dedicating the bulk of the morning to making everything about this, including himself, as perfect as it can be made. He closes his eyes, sighing in contentment at the kiss, before bowing his head to bring the finger into his mouth.
The effect is immediate. He knows how this goes, by now, his senses sharpen to the point of almost-pain-but-not-quite. Everything is brightness and loudness. Too much sensation at once. He bows his head forward, taking Alucard's fingertip into his mouth and holding it there until he adjusts and everything subsides. Something else to anchor him, like Alucard's hand in his hair.
A few seconds, and things calm. Everything is still brighter and louder and more sensation than it ought to be, but his mind adjusts. Focuses in on Alucard's touch, on the nerves of his scalp and lips and tongue. That's part of the reason for the distance, because even this much is a lot. Closer and he'd have a lot more to adjust to at once instead of just three small places anchoring him to the world. Another second, and he draws his tongue over the pad of Alucard's finger again. The blood has already stopped, but the remnants of it dance on his tongue and he makes a soft noise, muffled by the finger. An almost animal-sounding little huff of pleasure.
Things move into place. A mess of brightness and noise becomes Alucard-shaped again, with all the details sharper. Even with his eyes closed, he can map his body by the feel of his own breath bouncing off it. The tiny new scrapes that their time on the road has left on him. The sharp angles that always grow a little softer during their time at the estate only to become sharp again from hunger while they're gone, no matter how much they take with them. Muscle placed haphazardly from a messy sort of life rather than neatly and properly like Sypha's from her training.
They're beautiful, both of them, in their own ways.
He releases the finger, mostly, suckling at the tip of it for a little longer before kissing it one last time to let it go and looking up at Alucard. ]
I have what I need. [ His kisses move down to the palm, lips brushing quickly over the fleshy parts of it one at a time. ] This? This is what I want.
[Alucard has long since learned to watch Trevor from the outside when it came to feeding. The first time was a new thing he didn't understand, but since then? Since then he can read so much. He can tell when Trevor is overwhelmed and it'll be hard for him to withdraw. It's obvious when Trevor is processing, and crystal clear when he's taken enough to sharpen his senses without being overwhelmed by them.
Throughout all of it, Alucard strokes his hair. It's a comfort, like the blankets are. He takes such pleasure in having soft, warm (okay not warm in Trevor's case) things around him, never tiring of their novelty. The estate would be so easy to settle into for a lifetime, and there are days when Alucard wants that. He likes when the sharp angles of his bones are just a little bit more hidden. When he feels like he's eaten enough for a week. It's a place of refuge, and he'll never be denied access to it. That's a lot to suddenly have.
When Trevor picks his head up, Alucard's face is soft and almost maidenly. But oh. Those words.]
[ Yes. Yes, it was. Alucard's just more perceptive than Trevor is, at least when properly motivated. He lifts Alucard's hand up to his face, holding it against his cheek, kissing at the base of his palm. ]
I do. More than anything but her.
[ He leans into Alucard's hand, cool to the touch but all warmth. ]
[Trevor's affection is through action most days, not words. It is a language Alucard has become fluent in, just as he speaks a bastard mix of Ottoman, Greek, and sometimes Latin in order to survive outside of Wallachia. A language with a high entry level, but so easy to comprehend once you're immersed in it.
Cool skin against warm hand, Alucard sighs.]
You've planned. And it is taking so much self control not to tug at your hair and demand you get up here and embrace me fully.
I have. And hate to inform you, but that plan doesn't involve being in any kind of fucking hurry.
[ He holds his face there for a few seconds against Alucard's hand. Lets its warmth sink in to him. And then he moves again, nudging the sleeve up with his lips to kiss at his wrist. He can feel Alucard's pulse on his lips.
It's tempting. Maybe as recently as a few months ago he wouldn't have trusted himself with it. Been determined that he needed to avoid things like this, to keep himself from being a monster. He does now. It's a slower process than learning to trust the two of them, trusting himself, but he's slowly managing it. ]
Maybe you ought to practice that 'patience' you keep telling us about.
[Alucard's words are impossibly warm, even if this is a soft prodding at well. All of this, along with and especially including his own density and inability to pick up on what Trevor had planned.
The kiss to his wrist gets a swept up sigh. This is romantic in a very very old fashioned feeling of the word.]
Smartass. If I was truly impatient I'd just rub my fingers down your spine.
[ He starts trying to trail kisses up Alucard's arm, but there's a shirt in the way and he can only push the sleeve up so far. Sypha's looser sleeves were far more compatible with this. He kisses over it instead, and the texture of cloth between his lips and Alucard's warm skin is new and not unpleasant. He gets to the inside of his elbow before he reaches the point at which he actually needs to move a little closer ]
You can, if you like. But you won't find out what I was going to do.
[He was kidding? But joke's on him, now Alucard is red faced and a little bit more delighted by the prospect of what's transpiring here and now.
ANd oh. Oh it's so much with the movement of fabric. It's kissing through the veil, rubbing soft circles over his skin and making him want more than he can possibly have.]
[ Possessiveness is- fraught, sometimes. Much as he would like to graze his teeth over Alucard's neck and whisper mine into his ear, it's something he's careful with. Possessiveness turns him into a thing to be possessed, after all.
But if Alucard is the one saying it? The least he can do is agree. He moves forward slowly on his knees, crawling closer until he's nestled between Alucard's legs at the edge of the bed, close enough to kiss the rest of the way up his arm. If he stretches as tall as he can without floating, knelt down by this, his mouth can just about reach collarbone. So he kisses along that once he gets high enough. One hand still holds the one that he drank from, thumb now stroking over the wrist where his mouth was a moment ago. The other comes to rest against Alucard's hip, mostly to keep his balance without needing to float.
But also to slowly sneak his fingertips under his shirt, until they settle against bare skin just above the waistline of his trousers. ]
[It's warm and teasing, but mostly warm. Alucard was the easier one to romance, but the harder to truly embrace romantically. To actually lose himself in a moment of passion or affection? It was a struggle. He was always too alert. Too tense. Finding it impossible to relax because for so long every fiber of his being knew that the other shoe would drop. Something would be stolen or demanded or else, and his vulnerability would be a wonderful weakness to exploit.
But this is home. This is his boyfriend, who has proven time and again that won't happen. This is a moment that he's planned to remind Alucard of that fact, and what else can the alchemist do but let him?
It's unfair that he can't truly indulge Trevor's spine. But he can run his hand up and down Trevor's shoulder to his neck and down again, murmuring soft noises of happiness the whole while. With Trevor as close as he is, Alucard's legs wrap around him, holding the Belmont fast.]
[ There was less teasing with Sypha. Less of this sort of teasing, anyway. More of a mutual discovery of fondness for very specific things, followed by both of them indulging the other entirely and an unspoken vow that neither of them could use this as ammunition in their squabbles. It had been more passionate and less careful.
This was never going to go the same as that. They’re different. The both of them are perfect but they’re different sorts of perfect.
He chuckles when Alucard’s legs wrap around him, letting him pull their bodies together. ]
[Silences unnerve Alucard in these moments, and that's because his brain is still searching for things to do to Trevor. It isn't the point this time, Trevor isn't the point. Being the focus of so much affection is overwhelming, and Alucard? He's still not the best at sitting and just taking it.]
Exactly this. I wouldn’t have you change a single fucking thing.
[ He makes no effort to move the skirt, not yet, instead kissing over it once he runs out of exposed skin as he moves downward. There’s maybe less flesh here, at Alucard’s chest, than there had been before they left to go be hungry for a few months.
Ah well. ]
This - you - is what I want. Exactly as you are. Overeager and in a hurry and bad at catching hints and all.
What part of vanishing into the bedroom for an entire day was a bad hint?
[ He moves to one side, leaving a trail of tiny kisses over Alucard’s chest. ]
Right now? Right now I’m thinking here.
[ And he presses his lips against a nipple, squeezing it softly between them as he kisses and lapping at it with his tongue, leaving a tiny patch of dampness on Alucard’s shirt. ]
The part where I had books to read and you know how I get?
[Chest. The chest is an interesting place on Alucard, often the best indicator of his health. He's a naturally skinny thing, and his health shows most clearly there. It's combined with scars earned over the years, some from random attacks, others the times he had to be a vet for pay and not all patients were the best behaved.
Alucard leans over again so he can at least plant a few more kisses to the top of Trevor's head. They're well timed with the sudden dampness to Alucard's shirt, and oOh yes. Those are nipples quickly hardening.]
[ The texture of cloth is an interesting thing in itself, all nicely arranged fibres where there should be a mess of lines over skin. Just slightly rough. It makes a quiet noise against his front teeth when he very carefully scrapes them against the raised nipple. Feels still-dry and a little scratchy when he draws his tongue over it again. ]
Maybe next time, we can just tell you how many times she made that cute little squeaking noise and let you know that you’re next. Would that be clear enough?
[Alucard can bear that. What he can't bear is how he shudders when Trevor's tongue returns to his nipple, cool to the touch and making the thing perk just a little bit more. He likes that, and he tugs at Trevor's hair to try and ensure the other nipple gets the same treatment.]
So that’s how obvious we need to make it to get you to pay attention.
[ Which is a no, he doesn’t get to live this down.
He takes his time moving between the nipples. Kisses slowly across Alucard’s chest. He can feel most of those scars through the cloth of the shirt with his senses sharpened by the blood, and he traces over them instead of making any attempt to be anything but slow and deliberate. ]
The thing where her feet curl up, too. She does that if you-
[ He takes the other nipple between his lips, firmly enough to squeeze it just a little, and rolls it between them.
And yes, he is attempting to do dirty talk about how cute their girlfriend is. ]
[He's doomed. Doomed to never live this down, and doomed to let out a soft, sharp little gasp as Trevor takes his time. Alucard has never quite asked what it's like having Trevor's senses. In point of fact, he'd probably recoil from thinking about the kind of sensory overload that it involves.
But here and now, with Trevor's hands moving over all that scar tissue? He feels lulled and softened into not thinking about that. Into focusing only on sensation, and then whimpering just a little at the sheer thrill of it all. His legs squeeze tighter around Trevor.]
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As you wish.
[He does go over to the bed. He's not sure how to sit when he lowers himself on the bed. How does one sit sexily? He doesn't know. So he just sits, watching Trevor.]
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Once he has it, he approaches the bed. He’s fidgetting as he does, and his throat moves in a nervous swallow as he steps forward and kneels on the rug a few feet away from Alucard. ]
May I have your hand?
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Trevor kneeling like this though? That is a lot to look at, and Alucard has to breath out steadily as he extends his left hand.]
You should come closer.
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I will.
[ Just not yet. For now he kisses the pads of each of Alucard’s fingers, then catches the ring finger between his teeth. Just the front ones, not his pointed canines. He holds it there for a few seconds before letting it go and using the needle to pierce the pad of that same finger. ]
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The first kiss gets a soft little gasp, because he expected Trevor to just get started and then ease into the rest. But no, he's starting like this, and it's breath taking.
There's only a moment's flinch when Trevor pierces his finger. When he realizes which one well--
--no. Teasing about that is for later.
So instead Alucard leans down and over, kissing the top of Trevor's head.]
Take what you need.
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The effect is immediate. He knows how this goes, by now, his senses sharpen to the point of almost-pain-but-not-quite. Everything is brightness and loudness. Too much sensation at once. He bows his head forward, taking Alucard's fingertip into his mouth and holding it there until he adjusts and everything subsides. Something else to anchor him, like Alucard's hand in his hair.
A few seconds, and things calm. Everything is still brighter and louder and more sensation than it ought to be, but his mind adjusts. Focuses in on Alucard's touch, on the nerves of his scalp and lips and tongue. That's part of the reason for the distance, because even this much is a lot. Closer and he'd have a lot more to adjust to at once instead of just three small places anchoring him to the world. Another second, and he draws his tongue over the pad of Alucard's finger again. The blood has already stopped, but the remnants of it dance on his tongue and he makes a soft noise, muffled by the finger. An almost animal-sounding little huff of pleasure.
Things move into place. A mess of brightness and noise becomes Alucard-shaped again, with all the details sharper. Even with his eyes closed, he can map his body by the feel of his own breath bouncing off it. The tiny new scrapes that their time on the road has left on him. The sharp angles that always grow a little softer during their time at the estate only to become sharp again from hunger while they're gone, no matter how much they take with them. Muscle placed haphazardly from a messy sort of life rather than neatly and properly like Sypha's from her training.
They're beautiful, both of them, in their own ways.
He releases the finger, mostly, suckling at the tip of it for a little longer before kissing it one last time to let it go and looking up at Alucard. ]
I have what I need. [ His kisses move down to the palm, lips brushing quickly over the fleshy parts of it one at a time. ] This? This is what I want.
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Throughout all of it, Alucard strokes his hair. It's a comfort, like the blankets are. He takes such pleasure in having soft, warm (okay not warm in Trevor's case) things around him, never tiring of their novelty. The estate would be so easy to settle into for a lifetime, and there are days when Alucard wants that. He likes when the sharp angles of his bones are just a little bit more hidden. When he feels like he's eaten enough for a week. It's a place of refuge, and he'll never be denied access to it. That's a lot to suddenly have.
When Trevor picks his head up, Alucard's face is soft and almost maidenly. But oh. Those words.]
I love you too.
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[ Yes. Yes, it was. Alucard's just more perceptive than Trevor is, at least when properly motivated. He lifts Alucard's hand up to his face, holding it against his cheek, kissing at the base of his palm. ]
I do. More than anything but her.
[ He leans into Alucard's hand, cool to the touch but all warmth. ]
I've been looking forward to this for so long.
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[Trevor's affection is through action most days, not words. It is a language Alucard has become fluent in, just as he speaks a bastard mix of Ottoman, Greek, and sometimes Latin in order to survive outside of Wallachia. A language with a high entry level, but so easy to comprehend once you're immersed in it.
Cool skin against warm hand, Alucard sighs.]
You've planned. And it is taking so much self control not to tug at your hair and demand you get up here and embrace me fully.
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[ He holds his face there for a few seconds against Alucard's hand. Lets its warmth sink in to him. And then he moves again, nudging the sleeve up with his lips to kiss at his wrist. He can feel Alucard's pulse on his lips.
It's tempting. Maybe as recently as a few months ago he wouldn't have trusted himself with it. Been determined that he needed to avoid things like this, to keep himself from being a monster. He does now. It's a slower process than learning to trust the two of them, trusting himself, but he's slowly managing it. ]
Maybe you ought to practice that 'patience' you keep telling us about.
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[Alucard's words are impossibly warm, even if this is a soft prodding at well. All of this, along with and especially including his own density and inability to pick up on what Trevor had planned.
The kiss to his wrist gets a swept up sigh. This is romantic in a very very old fashioned feeling of the word.]
Smartass. If I was truly impatient I'd just rub my fingers down your spine.
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[ He starts trying to trail kisses up Alucard's arm, but there's a shirt in the way and he can only push the sleeve up so far. Sypha's looser sleeves were far more compatible with this. He kisses over it instead, and the texture of cloth between his lips and Alucard's warm skin is new and not unpleasant. He gets to the inside of his elbow before he reaches the point at which he actually needs to move a little closer ]
You can, if you like. But you won't find out what I was going to do.
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[He was kidding? But joke's on him, now Alucard is red faced and a little bit more delighted by the prospect of what's transpiring here and now.
ANd oh. Oh it's so much with the movement of fabric. It's kissing through the veil, rubbing soft circles over his skin and making him want more than he can possibly have.]
Then I'm utterly yours.
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[ Possessiveness is- fraught, sometimes. Much as he would like to graze his teeth over Alucard's neck and whisper mine into his ear, it's something he's careful with. Possessiveness turns him into a thing to be possessed, after all.
But if Alucard is the one saying it? The least he can do is agree. He moves forward slowly on his knees, crawling closer until he's nestled between Alucard's legs at the edge of the bed, close enough to kiss the rest of the way up his arm. If he stretches as tall as he can without floating, knelt down by this, his mouth can just about reach collarbone. So he kisses along that once he gets high enough. One hand still holds the one that he drank from, thumb now stroking over the wrist where his mouth was a moment ago. The other comes to rest against Alucard's hip, mostly to keep his balance without needing to float.
But also to slowly sneak his fingertips under his shirt, until they settle against bare skin just above the waistline of his trousers. ]
And I? Am so very fortunate for it.
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[It's warm and teasing, but mostly warm. Alucard was the easier one to romance, but the harder to truly embrace romantically. To actually lose himself in a moment of passion or affection? It was a struggle. He was always too alert. Too tense. Finding it impossible to relax because for so long every fiber of his being knew that the other shoe would drop. Something would be stolen or demanded or else, and his vulnerability would be a wonderful weakness to exploit.
But this is home. This is his boyfriend, who has proven time and again that won't happen. This is a moment that he's planned to remind Alucard of that fact, and what else can the alchemist do but let him?
It's unfair that he can't truly indulge Trevor's spine. But he can run his hand up and down Trevor's shoulder to his neck and down again, murmuring soft noises of happiness the whole while. With Trevor as close as he is, Alucard's legs wrap around him, holding the Belmont fast.]
You're very pretty tonight.
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[ There was less teasing with Sypha. Less of this sort of teasing, anyway. More of a mutual discovery of fondness for very specific things, followed by both of them indulging the other entirely and an unspoken vow that neither of them could use this as ammunition in their squabbles. It had been more passionate and less careful.
This was never going to go the same as that. They’re different. The both of them are perfect but they’re different sorts of perfect.
He chuckles when Alucard’s legs wrap around him, letting him pull their bodies together. ]
Eager, aren’t you?
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[Silences unnerve Alucard in these moments, and that's because his brain is still searching for things to do to Trevor. It isn't the point this time, Trevor isn't the point. Being the focus of so much affection is overwhelming, and Alucard? He's still not the best at sitting and just taking it.]
What else would you have me do?
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[ He makes no effort to move the skirt, not yet, instead kissing over it once he runs out of exposed skin as he moves downward. There’s maybe less flesh here, at Alucard’s chest, than there had been before they left to go be hungry for a few months.
Ah well. ]
This - you - is what I want. Exactly as you are. Overeager and in a hurry and bad at catching hints and all.
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[He'd pout under normal circumstances, but it's impossible. Not with the way Trevor is looking at him. Not with where Trevor is kissing.]
What part of me do you want to kiss the most?
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[ He moves to one side, leaving a trail of tiny kisses over Alucard’s chest. ]
Right now? Right now I’m thinking here.
[ And he presses his lips against a nipple, squeezing it softly between them as he kisses and lapping at it with his tongue, leaving a tiny patch of dampness on Alucard’s shirt. ]
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[Chest. The chest is an interesting place on Alucard, often the best indicator of his health. He's a naturally skinny thing, and his health shows most clearly there. It's combined with scars earned over the years, some from random attacks, others the times he had to be a vet for pay and not all patients were the best behaved.
Alucard leans over again so he can at least plant a few more kisses to the top of Trevor's head. They're well timed with the sudden dampness to Alucard's shirt, and oOh yes. Those are nipples quickly hardening.]
Again.
[That felt good.]
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[ The texture of cloth is an interesting thing in itself, all nicely arranged fibres where there should be a mess of lines over skin. Just slightly rough. It makes a quiet noise against his front teeth when he very carefully scrapes them against the raised nipple. Feels still-dry and a little scratchy when he draws his tongue over it again. ]
Maybe next time, we can just tell you how many times she made that cute little squeaking noise and let you know that you’re next. Would that be clear enough?
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[Alucard can bear that. What he can't bear is how he shudders when Trevor's tongue returns to his nipple, cool to the touch and making the thing perk just a little bit more. He likes that, and he tugs at Trevor's hair to try and ensure the other nipple gets the same treatment.]
That would be. Those are the cutest squeaks.
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[ Which is a no, he doesn’t get to live this down.
He takes his time moving between the nipples. Kisses slowly across Alucard’s chest. He can feel most of those scars through the cloth of the shirt with his senses sharpened by the blood, and he traces over them instead of making any attempt to be anything but slow and deliberate. ]
The thing where her feet curl up, too. She does that if you-
[ He takes the other nipple between his lips, firmly enough to squeeze it just a little, and rolls it between them.
And yes, he is attempting to do dirty talk about how cute their girlfriend is. ]
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But here and now, with Trevor's hands moving over all that scar tissue? He feels lulled and softened into not thinking about that. Into focusing only on sensation, and then whimpering just a little at the sheer thrill of it all. His legs squeeze tighter around Trevor.]
Not unlike that?
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