Makes Me Wonder
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oh_ameliaTitle: Try, Try Again
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hsbfc
Chapter: 7/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, sex
Summary: Totally AU. Justin asks Brian for his help after Ethan won’t leave him alone. How far will Brian go to help the blond? And how far will Ethan go to make sure Justin is his?
Disclaimer: QUEER AS FOLK is property of COWLIP and SHOWTIME. I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: The title was inspired by Maroon 5’s song MAKES ME WONDER, but has nothing else to do with the song. And I want to say thanks to my wonderful betaelyxer. You rock! Without your encouragement I would not be writing. THANKS and I love ya!
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
“Justin!” Ethan yelled as he clutched his violin case tightly in his hand and ran after the blond. He’d been waiting on campus for the past 3 hours, and was worried that he’d written down the wrong time. ”Justin, wait up!”
Justin could hear Ethan calling his name and he sped up as he approached the Fine Arts building. He made his way though the halls until he’d reached his studio.
Right before he could open the door, a hand on his shoulder made him pause. He turned around but kept hold of the handle.
Justin took a deep breath, trying to remain calm and asked, "What do you want?"
“I need to talk to you. It’s about Brian,” Ethan said as he tried to catch his breath.
“What about him?” Justin asked, arching his eyebrow.
“He’s a whore, Justin,” Ethan said as he set his violin case on the floor, between his feet. If anyone walked by, he didn’t want to risk his case getting kicked. “I saw him in the backroom at Babylon the other night getting his dick sucked by some guy. It was disgusting the way he just flaunted himself like a cheap slut”
“What the hell were you doing at Babylon?” Justin asked. “Doesn’t seem like your scene. Not really the kind of place you can bring your violin to,” he said with a smirk.
“Didn’t you hear me?” Ethan grabbed hold of Justin’s arm. “He was in the backroom fucking another guy!”
Justin yanked his arm free from Ethan's grasp and brushed off his jacket like he was wiping something grimy off before planting a smirk on his face. "Yeah, he told me all about it. I feel sorry for the poor guys who all think they can win him, but it's me he comes home to and you need to remember that."
“What?” Ethan asked exasperatedly. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “And that doesn’t bother you? That he lets some other man touch him when he is supposed to be with you?!”
"We actually had a laugh about it when he got home," Justin answered with a big grin on his face. He released the door handle and crossed his arms over his chest. "As a matter of fact, he told me all about it as he was fucking me, making sure to tell me how much better I was than the poor pathetic trick at Babylon."
“Are you fucking kidding me? Why are you doing this to yourself?” Ethan ran his fingers through his hair. “You deserve more. You deserve to be treated with love and respect. Everything I want to give you.”
“Brian does treat me with respect,” Justin informed Ethan. “He’s always honest and doesn’t bullshit me. I couldn’t ask for more.”
“Come to my next concert,” Ethan said suddenly. If Justin still wasn’t going to listen to him about Brian, he needed to change his tactic.
“I don’t think so.”
“Please, you have to.” Ethan took his backpack off his shoulder and dug through it, pulling out a flyer. He smoothed it out on his chest and thrust it at Justin.
“No,” Justin said as he pushed the flyer back in Ethan’s hands.
“But I wrote a song just for you. It expresses my love and devotion to you.”
“No need for a song, Ethan,” Justin said dryly. He looked at his watch and noticed it was getting late. If he didn’t get rid of Ethan soon, he was going to lose his studio time.
“Please, Justin.” The desperation was thick in his voice. “It will be the first song I play. You won’t even have to stay for the whole thing. But I know when you hear it, you’ll realize we belong together.”
Justin rubbed his palms on his face and sighed. “I’ll tell you what, Ethan. I’ll go to the concert.”
“Really?” Ethan’s face lit up, and his eyes were wide with surprise. Finally! He was making progress.
“I’ll come.” Justin smiled. “But only if Brian can rearrange his schedule so he can come with me."
“What?” Ethan’s smile went away as quick as it appeared. “No…Justin! This is for you. I don’t want Brian there tainting it. If he’s there it will ruin everything!”
“Take it or leave it, Ethan.” Justin leaned against the door. “That’s my only offer.”
Ethan’s mouth opened and closed, no words came out. He grabbed his violin case and clutched it tightly to his chest before turning around and stalking down the hall. His mind went into overdrive as he laid out his next course of action.
“Should I take that as a no?” Justin called after Ethan. He laughed softly and shook his head. Hopefully, that would be the last he’d hear about the concert. He locked the door behind him, and set up his supplies at his easel.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brian looked up from the computer when he heard the loft door open. He’d been working ever since he got back from dropping Gus off, and his eyes were straining from looking at the screen for so long. “Hey,” he said as he leaned back in the chair and stretched.
“Hey.” Justin smiled and hung his messenger bag and jacket on the back of a chair at the kitchen counter. He kicked off his shoes and proceeded to undress as he made his way to the bathroom.
Brian groaned and rubbed the back of his neck. He turned off his computer and shook his head before picking up the clothes. He tossed them, along with his own clothes, on the bed and joined Justin in the shower.
Justin felt the cool air caress his skin when the shower door opened and he turned, giving Brian a smile.
“Thought I’d help you with all those hard to reach places,” Brian said as he closed the door and took the bar of soap from Justin. He rubbed the soap over Justin’s chest and let his other hand trail down the blond’s ass.
Justin cupped his hands behind Brian’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss, letting his tongue mingle with the brunette’s.
The bar of soap now abandoned, Brian pulled Justin closer to him and ran his fingers through the wet locks of hair. His cock was at full attention, and he could feel Justin’s erection bumping against his thigh. He grabbed a condom from the nook in the wall and rolled it on his dick.
Justin turned and braced himself against the wall, moaning as Brian slowly pushed into him. He let his head fall back onto the muscular shoulder and reached back, clutching at Brian's hips attempting to pull him closer.
Brian slowly moved in and out of the tight hole, his hands gripping Justin's sides roughly. He rested his forehead against the smooth, slick back as he felt the familiar tingle starting. He thrust faster and reached around searching for the blond's erection only to have his hand slapped away.
Justin pressed his hands against the glass shower wall, his breathing erratic. He wanted to come just from the friction of that hard cock slamming into him. His muscles clenched around that thrusting dick and he heard Brian's gasp, signally that he'd come. Seconds later Justin felt his own orgasm rip through his body.
Brian disposed of the condom and turned Justin around, kissing him long and hard. “Hey,” he repeated.
“Hey.” Justin retrieved the soap and handed it to Brian. He poured a small amount of shampoo into his palm and massaged it into his hair. He let Brian wash his back, and returned the favor after he’d rinsed out his hair.
Justin turned off the water and grabbed a red towel from the rack, rubbing it over his head before wrapping it around his waist. Brian followed him to the bedroom, towel around his waist, and retrieved a pair of sweat pants from his dresser drawer.
“I’m hungry,” Justin announced as he pulled on a pair of well-worn jeans.
“I could eat,” Brian said. “Take-out?”
“Yeah. I don’t feel like going to the diner, and since you still don’t have anything in your fridge…”
“Thai?” Brian asked as he picked up the phone and started dialing.
“Sounds good to me,” Justin said as he grabbed his messenger bag and sat down on the sofa. He pulled out his sketchpad and propped his feet on the coffee table. He wasn’t sure when it started, but he had gotten into the habit of sketching Brian after they’d fucked. Sometimes it was right after, depending on where and when they’d fucked and sometimes he waited until Brian was asleep. That was his favorite time to sketch Brian. When he was sleeping, and wasn’t able to hold back.
“Thirty minutes,” Brian said as he sat down next to Justin. He leaned his head back and looked at Justin with a smile. “Drawing my cock again?”
“Just doodling.” Justin smiled.
“So how was your day, dear?” Brian asked. He peered over at Justin’s drawing, and could already see his image coming to life on the page.
“Fine. I’m almost finished with my painting for class. Thank fucking God,” Justin answered as he tapped the sketchpad with his pencil. “Pretty soon I’ll be able to start on your portrait.”
“Did you run into Ian?”
“Actually, I did. He cornered me in the Fine Arts building outside my studio.”
“What?” Brian sat up straight, his attention at full alert.
“He was just trying to convince me to come to his concert next week,” Justin said with a shrug. “He said he wrote a song for me that I just have to listen to.”
“How romantic,” Brian said sarcastically.
“Yeah.” Justin scoffed. “I told him I’d come.”
“What?” Brian said again.
“I said I’d come, but only if you came with me.” Justin smiled. “I don’t think he really liked that suggestion. He said I wouldn’t get the full effect if you were there.”
“Did he try anything else?”
“He told me about your adventures in the backroom on Wednesday night.”
“What the fuck was he doing at Babylon?” Brian arched his eyebrow.
“I asked him the same thing before I told him to fuck off.”
“Speaking of Babylon,” Brian said. “How about you come with me tonight? I’m meeting the guys there later.”
“Sure, why not. I think I’m due for a night out,” Justin said after a moment of consideration.
When the food arrived, they set everything up on the table. More than enough was ordered, but with Justin, Brian was never sure how much he should get.
“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” Justin asked once his plate was covered in food. He stabbed a piece of chicken with his fork and examined it as he twirled his fork around.
“Why?” Brian asked, stopping his fork halfway to his mouth.
“I thought I’d go to the store and get some groceries.”
“Okay.” Brian nodded and took a bite of his food. “That’s fine.”
“But, I have no way to get back,” Justin said slowly. “Taking the bus there would be fine, but it’d be near impossible to carry everything back. Also, I don’t really know what you like to eat, other than take-out. But if you’re busy, I can do it another time.”
“Tomorrow is fine. In fact, why don’t I go with you?”
“Really?” Justin asked, surprised. “You don’t have to. You can just give me a list.”
“I need to pick up some stuff for Gus anyway. I don’t think he fully appreciates my peanut butter and avocado sandwiches yet,” Brian explained with a small chuckle.
The rest of dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence, and when they finished Brian put away the leftovers while Justin cleaned the dishes.
“So what should I wear to Babylon?” Justin asked as he looked through his clothes.
“What you have on is fine,” Brian answered as he took a pair of black jeans and his favorite black sleeveless shirt from the closet and put them on.
“Brian!”
“It’s Babylon. One look at your ass and no one is gonna care what you’re wearing.”
Justin sat next to Brian on the bed and glared at him. “C’mon. It’s my first time going there. I want to make an impression.”
Brian zipped up his boots and sighed. “Alright, lets see what you have.”
“Thank you.” Justin leaned over and kissed Brian, showing his appreciation.
Chapter 6 |Chapter 8
Author:
hsbfcChapter: 7/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, sex
Summary: Totally AU. Justin asks Brian for his help after Ethan won’t leave him alone. How far will Brian go to help the blond? And how far will Ethan go to make sure Justin is his?
Disclaimer: QUEER AS FOLK is property of COWLIP and SHOWTIME. I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: The title was inspired by Maroon 5’s song MAKES ME WONDER, but has nothing else to do with the song. And I want to say thanks to my wonderful beta
elyxer. You rock! Without your encouragement I would not be writing. THANKS and I love ya! PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
“Justin!” Ethan yelled as he clutched his violin case tightly in his hand and ran after the blond. He’d been waiting on campus for the past 3 hours, and was worried that he’d written down the wrong time. ”Justin, wait up!”
Justin could hear Ethan calling his name and he sped up as he approached the Fine Arts building. He made his way though the halls until he’d reached his studio.
Right before he could open the door, a hand on his shoulder made him pause. He turned around but kept hold of the handle.
Justin took a deep breath, trying to remain calm and asked, "What do you want?"
“I need to talk to you. It’s about Brian,” Ethan said as he tried to catch his breath.
“What about him?” Justin asked, arching his eyebrow.
“He’s a whore, Justin,” Ethan said as he set his violin case on the floor, between his feet. If anyone walked by, he didn’t want to risk his case getting kicked. “I saw him in the backroom at Babylon the other night getting his dick sucked by some guy. It was disgusting the way he just flaunted himself like a cheap slut”
“What the hell were you doing at Babylon?” Justin asked. “Doesn’t seem like your scene. Not really the kind of place you can bring your violin to,” he said with a smirk.
“Didn’t you hear me?” Ethan grabbed hold of Justin’s arm. “He was in the backroom fucking another guy!”
Justin yanked his arm free from Ethan's grasp and brushed off his jacket like he was wiping something grimy off before planting a smirk on his face. "Yeah, he told me all about it. I feel sorry for the poor guys who all think they can win him, but it's me he comes home to and you need to remember that."
“What?” Ethan asked exasperatedly. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “And that doesn’t bother you? That he lets some other man touch him when he is supposed to be with you?!”
"We actually had a laugh about it when he got home," Justin answered with a big grin on his face. He released the door handle and crossed his arms over his chest. "As a matter of fact, he told me all about it as he was fucking me, making sure to tell me how much better I was than the poor pathetic trick at Babylon."
“Are you fucking kidding me? Why are you doing this to yourself?” Ethan ran his fingers through his hair. “You deserve more. You deserve to be treated with love and respect. Everything I want to give you.”
“Brian does treat me with respect,” Justin informed Ethan. “He’s always honest and doesn’t bullshit me. I couldn’t ask for more.”
“Come to my next concert,” Ethan said suddenly. If Justin still wasn’t going to listen to him about Brian, he needed to change his tactic.
“I don’t think so.”
“Please, you have to.” Ethan took his backpack off his shoulder and dug through it, pulling out a flyer. He smoothed it out on his chest and thrust it at Justin.
“No,” Justin said as he pushed the flyer back in Ethan’s hands.
“But I wrote a song just for you. It expresses my love and devotion to you.”
“No need for a song, Ethan,” Justin said dryly. He looked at his watch and noticed it was getting late. If he didn’t get rid of Ethan soon, he was going to lose his studio time.
“Please, Justin.” The desperation was thick in his voice. “It will be the first song I play. You won’t even have to stay for the whole thing. But I know when you hear it, you’ll realize we belong together.”
Justin rubbed his palms on his face and sighed. “I’ll tell you what, Ethan. I’ll go to the concert.”
“Really?” Ethan’s face lit up, and his eyes were wide with surprise. Finally! He was making progress.
“I’ll come.” Justin smiled. “But only if Brian can rearrange his schedule so he can come with me."
“What?” Ethan’s smile went away as quick as it appeared. “No…Justin! This is for you. I don’t want Brian there tainting it. If he’s there it will ruin everything!”
“Take it or leave it, Ethan.” Justin leaned against the door. “That’s my only offer.”
Ethan’s mouth opened and closed, no words came out. He grabbed his violin case and clutched it tightly to his chest before turning around and stalking down the hall. His mind went into overdrive as he laid out his next course of action.
“Should I take that as a no?” Justin called after Ethan. He laughed softly and shook his head. Hopefully, that would be the last he’d hear about the concert. He locked the door behind him, and set up his supplies at his easel.
Brian looked up from the computer when he heard the loft door open. He’d been working ever since he got back from dropping Gus off, and his eyes were straining from looking at the screen for so long. “Hey,” he said as he leaned back in the chair and stretched.
“Hey.” Justin smiled and hung his messenger bag and jacket on the back of a chair at the kitchen counter. He kicked off his shoes and proceeded to undress as he made his way to the bathroom.
Brian groaned and rubbed the back of his neck. He turned off his computer and shook his head before picking up the clothes. He tossed them, along with his own clothes, on the bed and joined Justin in the shower.
Justin felt the cool air caress his skin when the shower door opened and he turned, giving Brian a smile.
“Thought I’d help you with all those hard to reach places,” Brian said as he closed the door and took the bar of soap from Justin. He rubbed the soap over Justin’s chest and let his other hand trail down the blond’s ass.
Justin cupped his hands behind Brian’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss, letting his tongue mingle with the brunette’s.
The bar of soap now abandoned, Brian pulled Justin closer to him and ran his fingers through the wet locks of hair. His cock was at full attention, and he could feel Justin’s erection bumping against his thigh. He grabbed a condom from the nook in the wall and rolled it on his dick.
Justin turned and braced himself against the wall, moaning as Brian slowly pushed into him. He let his head fall back onto the muscular shoulder and reached back, clutching at Brian's hips attempting to pull him closer.
Brian slowly moved in and out of the tight hole, his hands gripping Justin's sides roughly. He rested his forehead against the smooth, slick back as he felt the familiar tingle starting. He thrust faster and reached around searching for the blond's erection only to have his hand slapped away.
Justin pressed his hands against the glass shower wall, his breathing erratic. He wanted to come just from the friction of that hard cock slamming into him. His muscles clenched around that thrusting dick and he heard Brian's gasp, signally that he'd come. Seconds later Justin felt his own orgasm rip through his body.
Brian disposed of the condom and turned Justin around, kissing him long and hard. “Hey,” he repeated.
“Hey.” Justin retrieved the soap and handed it to Brian. He poured a small amount of shampoo into his palm and massaged it into his hair. He let Brian wash his back, and returned the favor after he’d rinsed out his hair.
Justin turned off the water and grabbed a red towel from the rack, rubbing it over his head before wrapping it around his waist. Brian followed him to the bedroom, towel around his waist, and retrieved a pair of sweat pants from his dresser drawer.
“I’m hungry,” Justin announced as he pulled on a pair of well-worn jeans.
“I could eat,” Brian said. “Take-out?”
“Yeah. I don’t feel like going to the diner, and since you still don’t have anything in your fridge…”
“Thai?” Brian asked as he picked up the phone and started dialing.
“Sounds good to me,” Justin said as he grabbed his messenger bag and sat down on the sofa. He pulled out his sketchpad and propped his feet on the coffee table. He wasn’t sure when it started, but he had gotten into the habit of sketching Brian after they’d fucked. Sometimes it was right after, depending on where and when they’d fucked and sometimes he waited until Brian was asleep. That was his favorite time to sketch Brian. When he was sleeping, and wasn’t able to hold back.
“Thirty minutes,” Brian said as he sat down next to Justin. He leaned his head back and looked at Justin with a smile. “Drawing my cock again?”
“Just doodling.” Justin smiled.
“So how was your day, dear?” Brian asked. He peered over at Justin’s drawing, and could already see his image coming to life on the page.
“Fine. I’m almost finished with my painting for class. Thank fucking God,” Justin answered as he tapped the sketchpad with his pencil. “Pretty soon I’ll be able to start on your portrait.”
“Did you run into Ian?”
“Actually, I did. He cornered me in the Fine Arts building outside my studio.”
“What?” Brian sat up straight, his attention at full alert.
“He was just trying to convince me to come to his concert next week,” Justin said with a shrug. “He said he wrote a song for me that I just have to listen to.”
“How romantic,” Brian said sarcastically.
“Yeah.” Justin scoffed. “I told him I’d come.”
“What?” Brian said again.
“I said I’d come, but only if you came with me.” Justin smiled. “I don’t think he really liked that suggestion. He said I wouldn’t get the full effect if you were there.”
“Did he try anything else?”
“He told me about your adventures in the backroom on Wednesday night.”
“What the fuck was he doing at Babylon?” Brian arched his eyebrow.
“I asked him the same thing before I told him to fuck off.”
“Speaking of Babylon,” Brian said. “How about you come with me tonight? I’m meeting the guys there later.”
“Sure, why not. I think I’m due for a night out,” Justin said after a moment of consideration.
When the food arrived, they set everything up on the table. More than enough was ordered, but with Justin, Brian was never sure how much he should get.
“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” Justin asked once his plate was covered in food. He stabbed a piece of chicken with his fork and examined it as he twirled his fork around.
“Why?” Brian asked, stopping his fork halfway to his mouth.
“I thought I’d go to the store and get some groceries.”
“Okay.” Brian nodded and took a bite of his food. “That’s fine.”
“But, I have no way to get back,” Justin said slowly. “Taking the bus there would be fine, but it’d be near impossible to carry everything back. Also, I don’t really know what you like to eat, other than take-out. But if you’re busy, I can do it another time.”
“Tomorrow is fine. In fact, why don’t I go with you?”
“Really?” Justin asked, surprised. “You don’t have to. You can just give me a list.”
“I need to pick up some stuff for Gus anyway. I don’t think he fully appreciates my peanut butter and avocado sandwiches yet,” Brian explained with a small chuckle.
The rest of dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence, and when they finished Brian put away the leftovers while Justin cleaned the dishes.
“So what should I wear to Babylon?” Justin asked as he looked through his clothes.
“What you have on is fine,” Brian answered as he took a pair of black jeans and his favorite black sleeveless shirt from the closet and put them on.
“Brian!”
“It’s Babylon. One look at your ass and no one is gonna care what you’re wearing.”
Justin sat next to Brian on the bed and glared at him. “C’mon. It’s my first time going there. I want to make an impression.”
Brian zipped up his boots and sighed. “Alright, lets see what you have.”
“Thank you.” Justin leaned over and kissed Brian, showing his appreciation.
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Date: 2007-07-31 10:28 pm (UTC)Later,
France
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Date: 2007-07-31 11:16 pm (UTC)There's no way Brian's gonna ever let Justin go. It's only been, what a few weeks?, and Brian's not relaxed till Justin's home, he's agreed to go grocery shopping, and is trying to make sure Justin is accepted by the guys. :D
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Date: 2007-08-01 04:31 am (UTC)Oh, yeah, they're not going to that concert. They have much better ways to occupy their time. :)
Thanks so much for reviewing.
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Date: 2007-08-01 12:51 am (UTC)It's amusing to see how Brian and Justin's relationship is progressing without them seeming to realize it's happening. Can't wait for them to hit the bottom of that denial well. And . . . I can't wait for Justin at Babylon.
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Date: 2007-08-01 04:32 am (UTC)It wont be too long before that realization comes....
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Date: 2007-08-01 01:36 am (UTC)thx :
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Date: 2007-08-01 06:28 pm (UTC)Love Brian getting all domestic with the grocery shopping with Justin.
Looking forward to the next chapter:)
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Date: 2007-08-05 05:25 am (UTC)Ethan's patheticness might just worsen as the chapters go on....
Thanks so much for commenting. I hope to update again soon.
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Date: 2007-08-01 10:25 pm (UTC)Can't wait for more!
hugs,
Arlad
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Date: 2007-08-05 05:27 am (UTC)Babylon should be interesting...
And Mikey... Well, who knows what he will do.
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Date: 2007-08-03 08:46 am (UTC)This should be so interesting seeing how Micheal responds to seeing Justin at Babylon with Brian....should be a lot of whining involved I am sure. Looking forward to that, LOL.
I liked the dinner scene, so common, so easy for both of them. this roomate sruff seems to be working out very well...YEA!!!
I so love this fic, I cannot wait for the next chapter!!
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Date: 2007-08-05 05:28 am (UTC)Ethan IS a weirdo!
Mikey will probably be...well, Mikey.
I'll try and post the next chapter soon.
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Date: 2007-08-08 05:11 am (UTC)Re: cool
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