25-May-2005
Title: Coming Of Age - 11/?
Author: tkmaxwell777
Category: Gundam Wing AC - Yaoi/Yuri/Het
Pairings: 1x2x4, OC+3, 5+H, DxR, OCxS
Rating: NC-17 Overall
Warnings: Angst, Language, Sap, and a bit of Violence
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Disclaimer: I don´t own Gundam Wing AC or its characters. It is the property of Shin Kidousenki, Bandai, Sotsu, Sunrise, and any other affiliated parties. This story is a parody of its defined universe and is in no way an official continuation of the original anime series. All underage characters engaging in any sexual activity in my stories are considered Emancipated Minors. This story is for entertainment purposes only and should not be read as a realistic representation of actual romantic or sexual relationships. It is not meant to be a commentary on the political, social, or spiritual ramifications of homosexuality. Content neither condones nor condemns any of the lifestyles or views portrayed. I write these stories because of the interesting dynamics between the characters and complex personality types that inspire the exploration of relationships beyond friendship without regard to gender or preference. I make no money doing this, so please do not sue me for writing it. Constructive feedback is always greatly appreciated!
This one is almost over, guys! There should be two to four parts until it's done, depending upon how certain scenes work out. Anyway, thanks to all of you who have been emailing and posting replies to this... it has helped me regain my passion for this story! Enjoy :rhead:
"I think you should definitely get this one!" Quatre said as he held up a sheer blue long-sleeved button-down shirt.
Heero raised an eyebrow and then looked at Trowa to find the other boy with the same reaction. They'd found a trendy consignment shop a couple blocks from the hotel, and the clothes were right up Heero's lovers' alley. The former Wing pilot sighed before replying, "I don't think it's my style."
"You have a nice chest," Duo interjected while picking out leather pants for Heero to try on. "You really shouldn't hide it, especially when we go out."
Heero sighed again. "That may be, but I'm not as comfortable with my body as you and Quatre are."
Quatre walked up to Heero and draped his arms around his neck. Leaning forward, he lowered his voice into a seductive purr, "But I want to see your nipples harden while we're dancing."
Duo and Trowa exchanged looks. The braided boy then grinned. "I told you this was going to be fun."
Trowa snorted. "You are all perverted. I can't believe I'm here with you."
Duo snickered. "Aww... corrupting Heero might be interesting."
The former mercenary blinked. "It might be dangerous too. Are you packing, Heero?"
Duo choked on a laugh, and Quatre bit his lip to keep from snickering. Heero's face turned a nice shade of red as he looked at Trowa. "I don't think you want to use that particular phrase around these sex-crazed idiots."
Duo and Quatre shared a look before the blond replied, "How can we not be sex-crazed around you? You're hot."
"And ours," Duo added rather possessively. "We just want to enjoy looking at you. Who cares about anyone else?"
Heero took in their pleading eyes before reaching out to take the shirt. "Okay. I'll try it on."
His two lovers beamed at him, and Trowa shook his head in amusement. Duo pushed a pair of button-fly jeans in Heero's hands with the leather ones, smirking as Quatre dragged Heero into the dressing room. Heero took a deep breath and resigned himself to wearing something sexy for his lovers for the evening.
Turning away from the dressing area, Duo gave Trowa a once over and frowned. "Tro, let me find something for you to wear tonight."
Trowa gave him a wary look. "That's all right, Duo. I have something already."
Duo smiled knowingly. "That may be, but will you indulge me? I promise I won't pick out anything outrageous."
The former Heavyarms pilot searched Duo's face and then sighed. "All right," he agreed but then added, "but nothing sheer. Yuy might be able to pull it off since he's wearing it for you guys, but I won't be comfortable."
"Fair enough," the braided boy conceded. "Though you do have a nice chest too." Walking over to another rack of clothes, he picked out an outfit and handed it to Trowa. "Try these. They're sexy yet not too revealing."
Trowa flushed at Duo's comment but took the clothes. There was a pair of dark blue button-fly jeans and a suede shirt that was cut in a low v-neck and had quarter-length sleeves. Nodding, he went to try them on. Duo waited as the other boys changed into their new outfits. He'd found a couple shirts and a pair of cream jeans for himself. He already had a couple of things for Quatre too, the blond having seen a black button-down shirt and light blue jeans that he'd fallen in love with. Duo was looking at boots when Heero and Quatre came out. Violet eyes lit up.
"Wow!" Duo exclaimed, as he looked his dark-haired lover up and down. The leather pants fit Heero like a glove, and the see-through shirt that hung down to his thighs only added to the sensuality of it. His gaze went to Heero's face and saw a pleased smile there. "I take it that you like how it looks."
Heero rubbed his hands down the material. "More like how it feels. It's like a caress against my skin."
Quatre grinned. "He's a sensualist like us, Duo. He just didn't know it before. I almost convinced him to let me give him a hand job in the dressing room, but he was afraid Trowa would hear us." He winked at Duo and then smirked as he turned back to look at Heero. "We'll have to work on your shyness in public displays of affection."
Duo took in Heero's flushed face and laughed. There would definitely be time for teasing tonight. "The club will be perfect for that," he said as he picked up a pair of short black boots. "For now, let's see how these fit."
Trowa tucked in his shirt and buttoned up the blue jeans, feeling how soft the shirt was and how the jeans hugged his hips without being too tight. He'd worn tight pants during the wars, and he'd gone shirtless at times in the circus, but for some reason, when he was working, he didn't notice his clothes. His body shyness seemed to only extend during his personal time, which didn't make any sense, even to him. He sighed as he looked down at his chest, adjusting the shirt so the v-neck was centered. Taking a deep breath, he looked into the mirror... and froze.
Looking back at him was a young man who looked desirable and comfortable with himself. Was that really him? The jeans fit in a way that brought attention to his developed thighs and slim waist, though his ass looked good too when he turned to check. The cut of the shirt accentuated his upper body, the skin showing at his throat enough to hint at the chest beneath the cloth. It was mesmerizing to see himself that way... to feel a moment of longing to let others see him that way. He looked towards the door. Did he dare go out there and show the other former pilots how he looked? If he couldn't let them see him like this, he certainly couldn't let a whole club of people, right?
"I need this," he told the image in the mirror. "I don't want to be trapped inside myself anymore. I want to be able to express my desires without being afraid. I can do that if I find the right person, but I'll never find that person if I don't look, and that person will never see the real me if I hide it."
It was something he had to do. Tonight, he wouldn't think about the people he'd seen hurt all of those years ago; he would watch his friends and make himself see what they had. Maybe seeing it would make him want to find it for himself. With a nod to his new reflection, Trowa stepped out of the dressing room and walked back into the store.
Quatre was laughing at Duo trying to get the boot off Heero's foot when Trowa walked out of the dressing area. Aqua eyes took in the sight before him, and he gasped. Trowa was hot – hotter than Quatre had ever seen him. "You look incredible!" He practically yelled out and then flushed. "I mean... that will be perfect for tonight..."
Duo and Heero turned their way then. Violet eyes raked over Trowa's form, an appreciative smile on Duo's face. "That's better on you than I thought it would be. Very nice, Tro."
"It suits you," Heero added, his blue eyes wandering over the outfit. "Like it was made for you."
Trowa fidgeted. "Thanks. I... kind of... like it."
This admission caused Duo to grin from ear to ear. "Then you have to get it!"
Quatre watched as his two lovers picked out some shoes to go with their friend's ensemble. His heart was pounding in his chest, and there was a moment of longing from that part of him that would always want Trowa, but when Duo turned and gave the blond one of his understanding smiles, that moment passed. Quatre turned around to look at the half price rack and then felt arms go around his waist.
"I don't know if I can keep up with you and Duo on the dance floor, but I'm going to try," Heero whispered into the former Sandrock pilot's ear. "Erect nipples and all."
The blond smiled. Heero was trying to remind him of what the three of them had begun together, just as Duo had done with that smile. Quatre let the warmth at his back pull him away from the 'what could have been' to the 'what is now'. The 'what is now' felt pretty damn good. He looked over his shoulder, amazed at the affection shining in those dark blue eyes.
"Don't worry. We'll both be there to help you," he said, his voice catching in spite of his resolve not to let it.
Heero kissed his cheek unabashedly. The consignment shop was empty except for them and the woman running the place, and Quatre doubted she would be complaining. From the dreamy look she kept giving them, it appeared she was enjoying them being there. The blond smirked at that thought and turned to give Heero a full-mouth kiss.
"Hey! I want one too," Duo pouted as he and Trowa walked over to them.
Quatre sighed dramatically before grabbing Duo's braid and pulling him in for a kiss just as deep and hot as the one he'd given Heero. When their lips parted, three sets of eyes turned to Trowa.
"No, I will not make it a foursome, so don't ask," the brunet replied with a slight smile. "Let's go before you try it."
A laugh, a snicker, and a snort were his reply as the four of them walked to the register.
Relena took in the flashing lights and loud music with delight. She turned to smile at Dorothy. "This is great!"
Dorothy's eyes lit up at her reaction. "I was hoping you'd like it. Let's go find a table."
The rest of their entourage filed in behind them. The group had met downstairs around nine that evening. Heero, Duo, Trowa, and Quatre must have had a good time shopping, because the four of them were more relaxed around each other than Relena had seen them in a long time. Wufei, Hilde, Sally, Chris, and Catherine were still chatting about their finds from one of the antique shops they had visited. Relena flushed when she thought about what had kept her and Dorothy from their announced activities. Then again, she didn't know if the other blonde had really planned on doing anything else than staying in their room. The day had certainly been wonderful anyway.
They got a large table and ordered drinks when the waitress came around. Relena laughed when Quatre began dragging his lovers towards the dance floor. "You guys haven't even had your drinks yet!" She pointed out.
"The song will be over before they get here," the blond Winner heir replied with a wink as they began walking away. "We have to test out Heero's new shirt."
Relena blinked. When she looked around the table, her eyes finally settled on Trowa. "What did he mean by that?"
Trowa shook his head, but there was a smirk on his face. "I'm not even going to try to explain."
She sighed and then watched the three lovers begin to move together under the lights. Heero's outfit was sexy as all get out, black leather and sheer blue. Duo looked hot in a light blue button-down short-sleeved silk shirt that he had unbuttoned a bit so you could see his black onyx choker, and the shirt tucked into a pair of cream jeans that hugged his hips. Quatre wore a pair of tight faded jeans and a black sleeveless crop top that showed off his well-toned body to perfection. Watching them begin to dance, Relena couldn't help but smile; the three of them were good for each other, and she certainly did not begrudge their happiness. Looking over at Dorothy, she was glad she had a good reason not to now. Her eyes going back to her friends on the floor, she decided to just enjoy the show.
It was a little awkward at first, but his lovers quickly helped Heero find his rhythm – Duo by sliding against him from behind, and Quatre by pressing against him in front. The music was like another heartbeat inside him, and the former Wing pilot felt himself being carried away by it. The two bodies moving in time with his own sent him into a nice hazy place where only pleasure and motion existed.
"You can dance," Duo whispered, making Heero shiver at the sensation of breath on his ear. "Remind me to make you do this more often."
Before Heero could reply, Quatre moved closer, humming into his other ear. "Let's see about those nipples."
Heero moaned as the blond slid his hands over the front of the sheer blue shirt, causing hardened nubs to rise. Duo began grinding against his ass, making Heero's cock swell inside his tight leather pants. It was deliciously naughty, and the Japanese boy didn't want it to end. He'd always been shy in a crowd socially, but with his two outgoing and sexy lovers, he didn't care about that anymore. It was like he was a completely different person. His hands settled on Quatre's hips, pulling the other boy closer. He pressed back against Duo as Quatre's body made contact; his hips knew what he wanted and began a seductive tease between his partners.
"Shit... we're going to have to take a bathroom break soon," Duo hissed out, thrusting in time with the music.
Quatre rubbed himself against Heero's leather, close enough to Heero's face to hear Duo. "Most definitely."
Heero wrapped one arm behind himself to grasp Duo's thigh while his other remained at Quatre's waist. "I think you guys are the ones who need to work on your PDA shyness. I seem to be doing pretty well here." Braided and blond gave him incredulous looks as Heero moved his hand down to Quatre's ass and his other to slide between him and Duo. The dark-haired boy's lovers both gasped, and he could only smile. "My nipple shirt is working."
"This means war, Yuy," Duo growled, his hips becoming more active as his hand tightened on Heero's hips.
Quatre slipped his own hand between him and Heero, stroking his fingers against them both. "Yes, war."
Heero smirked, enjoying their attentions. "Mission accepted."
They lasted until the end of the song before disappearing for a while.
Trowa shook his head in amusement as he watched his three friends practically have sex on the dance floor and then rush off, probably to find a secluded area, no doubt. He should have been appalled. He should have been disgusted. He was neither. Instead, he was a little envious of them. Spending the day with the other three boys had forced him to accept that they desired intimacy because they really cared about each other. Seeing them so openly together now only showed him that they were becoming comfortable with their new relationship. That Quatre was happy with Duo and Heero made Trowa feel better about what had happened between him and the blond.
The rest of the group was away from the table; Wufei and Hilde were on the dance floor, Chris and Sally were by the bar talking, and Relena, Dorothy, and Catherine were in the bathroom. Trowa was saving their spot. He didn't want to dance even though everyone said his outfit demanded it. Their compliments had made him flush, but he'd enjoyed them at the same time, just like he enjoyed sitting there and listening to the driving music. He took in the room at large, looking at all of the different people there. Green eyes suddenly rested on an area where it looked like trouble was brewing. When he saw the girls coming back to the table moments later, he got up and made his way over towards the action to see what was up. There was a table of rather surly-looking men there, glaring at a black-haired man who seemed to be squaring off with one of their group. A young waitress was standing nearby, holding her tray with a frightened look on her face. Trowa held back to see what the situation was before acting.
"Melanie says that you've been harassing her all night," the black-haired man growled out. "I suggest that you and your friends leave. Now."
"You think you can take on all of us, pretty boy?" The other man snarled. The rest of his table laughed, which only encouraged him. "Not damn likely. What's the matter? Don't have any little friends here to help you tonight?"
The black-haired man, whom Trowa assumed was a bouncer, sighed. "Come on, guys. These people are here to have a good time. If you want a piece of ass, why don't you go out on the street to find it? The girls working here don't need to be molested by a bunch of drunks who don't know..."
The bouncer had quick reflexes. The man he was talking with took a swing, but the black-haired man grabbed his arm before the fist could make contact. Twisting the assailant's arm around, he slammed the other man face down against the table. "I'm going to ask nicely one more time, and then I'm going to have to be unpleasant."
Trowa caught movement from the table and lunged forward in enough time to restrain one of the other men who was getting ready to jump on the black-haired man. The former mercenary's arm went around the would-be attacker's throat, cutting off his air a bit. "I suggest you listen to this gentleman. I don't want to have to get rough with you."
Three more of the table's occupants jumped up. Trowa threw the man he held into one of them, both men falling to the floor while Trowa punched another. The bouncer shoved the first troublemaker across the table, but the last of the group went for him, landing a couple blows. Trowa grabbed the new attacker's arm, spinning him around, but before he could get in a shot, one of the other men had him held from behind. The brunet found himself being nailed in the stomach.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the black-haired man take down the man he'd been fighting, turning to help Trowa. Before he could, the first guy in the bunch rallied, knocking the bouncer to the floor. Trowa took another hit to the stomach before someone pulled him free. He looked around to see livid violet eyes flashing as the God of Death began kicking ass and taking names. Trowa searched for the bouncer, finding him still under the idiot who had started all of the chaos. Trowa nabbed the back of the assailant's shirt, pulling him up. When the drunk turned to fight, Trowa punched him, knocking him unconscious. Reaching down, he helped the bouncer to his feet. They both looked around then to see Duo tossing the last of the group down onto the floor.
"Assholes," Duo grumbled, turning to face Trowa and the other man. "You okay, Tro? We came back inside and saw the commotion." He looked at the bouncer. "You all right, man?"
The black-haired man nodded, still catching his breath. "Yeah. Thanks to you guys."
Trowa looked at the other man. Green met brown, and the former mercenary felt... something... something that made his breathing become even more ragged and his pulse more erratic. "No problem. Glad we could help."
Duo nudged Trowa, grinning. "I think you need to let my boyfriend know that you're all right."
Trowa blinked. "Where is he?"
The braided boy nodded towards the table. "Being held back by Heero. Ro said that he didn't need two injured lovers, so he made blondie sit this one out."
Trowa smirked. "I bet that went over really well."
Duo's grin got even wider. "The last words I heard were 'You can be such a prick'. Not too romantic, huhn?"
Trowa snorted. He then waved to Quatre, relieved when the blond relaxed in Heero's hold and nodded. Turning to Duo, the former Heavyarms pilot clapped him on the shoulder. "Thanks. I appreciate you jumping in to help."
"Five against the world, Tro, now and forever," the former Deathscythe pilot replied, his eyes going hard.
Trowa nodded, feeling the camaraderie that he'd been missing return even stronger. "Now and forever, Duo."
The bouncer made a startled sound, causing Trowa and Duo to look at him. His face was a mixture of disbelief and awe as he said, "You're that Gun-... I mean, that pilot from L2."
Trowa could tell that Duo didn't really want to answer, but the braided boy just smirked. "Yeah. Duo Maxwell."
"I'm Cody Martin," the black-haired man introduced himself. He shook Duo's hand. Brown eyes then assessed the brunet. "Thanks for stepping in like that. Rick called in because his wife is having a baby right now, and Tim is out sick, so I didn't have any back up."
"We know a few things about needing back up, don't we, Tro?" Duo interjected.
Trowa raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you referring to something, Maxwell?"
Duo just gave him a teasing look. "Just thinking that you could have used a few more rounds sometimes, that's all."
"Bite me, Duo."
"Don't think you could handle it, babe."
Trowa reached out and yanked on his friend's braid. "Don't be so sure, braid boy."
Duo laughed. His violet eyes flitted towards Cody before settling on Trowa again. "This is Trowa Barton, one of the other pilots," he introduced, making Trowa flush at forgetting to tell the bouncer himself. The violet-eyed boy then added, "I'd better go and mediate between my blond and my brunet." He smiled at Cody. "Nice to meet you, Martin. I don't get out this way much, but maybe I'll see you again sometime... you know, brawl a bit and stuff."
Cody snickered. "I look forward to it."
The former Deathscythe pilot looked at the guys passed out on the floor. "Tell you what. Me and the other guys will look out for trouble here in the club while the two of you get these losers out of here and take a nice break."
With a meaningful look at Trowa, Duo walked away, leaving the other two men to their task. They began hauling the men outside, but then a couple of them woke up and collected the others, leaving without further incident. Cody and Trowa leaned against the outside of the club after they'd gone. Trowa closed his eyes gratefully, trying to stop the adrenaline from pumping through his system. He jerked when a hand touched his arm.
"You okay?" Came the soft-spoken voice from beside him.
Cody let his eyes roam over the guy beside him. To think that the kid had been a Gundam pilot was ridiculous, but he'd seen Duo Maxwell on the news, and Cody never forgot a face. The braided guy had even said that the brunet had been a fellow pilot. His gaze settled on the guy's face, taking advantage of Trowa's eyes being closed to study him. He had a slightly elfin appearance, with high cheekbones and delicate features, yet there was strength there that spoke of hard working days and long cold nights. The body was just as nice as the face too, from what Cody could see. He'd never reacted to another guy like this, but he recognized the feeling he was having all too well.
Cody was attracted to Trowa. It surprised him, but excited him at the same time. He'd always thought himself as pretty open-minded, but he'd also always thought of himself as completely into women. Looking at the young man beside him, Cody was beginning to wonder about that conviction. As his brown eyes took in the other guy's body, Cody noticed how tense Trowa was. Concern filled him, which was stupid since he was sure the guy was all right, but he reached out to him anyway. "You okay?" He asked quietly, not wanting to startle him.
Trowa jerked, green eyes flying open. There was a moment of panic that passed immediately, but Cody had still seen it. He had a good idea what had caused it too. Cody had seen the same reaction many times from soldiers. Trowa's voice didn't waver though as he replied, "Fine. Just haven't had to fight like that for a long time."
"It's always a circus around here," Cody drawled out, and to his astonishment, Trowa began laughing. It was a hearty sound that reached inside the black-haired man, making him smile in return. "What's so funny?"
Trowa gave him a rueful look. "I think I'd know more about what a circus is," he answered enigmatically.
Cody raised an eyebrow. "Do I want to know?" He did, but he wouldn't force the guy to tell him.
"I travel with a circus in the L3 colony cluster," the brunet explained. "I'm in a knife-throwing act with my sister." He chuckled, his green eyes flashing. "I'm a clown."
Cody laughed then. To think a former Gundam pilot worked in a circus as a clown was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "Your sister? That's more dangerous than a war." When Trowa chuckled, Cody couldn't help but ask, "Do you wear makeup too?"
Trowa shook his head. "No, a partial mask. I tried makeup but it just made my skin break out into hives."
"It does look delicate," Cody replied without thinking. The look he received made him aware of his mistake.
"I was in a mercenary group before becoming a Gundam pilot," the young man said softly. "I'm not delicate."
"I didn't mean it that way," the bouncer amended. "I was just talking about your skin, not you as a person. Your body is definitely not delicate... graceful, but not..."
"Graceful?" Trowa said as he tilted his head slightly. He seemed to contemplate it for a moment. "I guess I can be. I do the trapeze and high wire as well."
"Takes good balance," Cody replied thoughtfully. "Something that I suspect a Gundam pilot needs too."
Trowa sighed. "Balance is a hard thing to have... on a wire, in a battle, or just with real life." He met Cody's intrigued gaze. "I haven't had balance in two of those things in a long time."
Cody thought back to the young man's reaction earlier. "Being with soldiers in a war can have lasting effects on you. You see things that you will never forget... things that make you ashamed to even be a man." He paused, remembering. "Things that scar." Green eyes seemed to pierce Cody's soul as the brunet tensed again.
Trowa felt his heart leap into his throat at the other man's description of the life he knew before being a Gundam pilot. "Sounds like you know that from personal experience. Who did you fight for? Oz? Alliance? White Fang?"
"Resistance in Europe."
The brunet relaxed perceptibly, but an awkward silence fell between them. Trowa didn't know what to say to the other man. 'Thanks for not being a former soldier that I could never be friends with?' 'Thanks for fighting for the same things I did?' He just didn't know how to voice his feelings. He couldn't deny the building attraction; it was making him off-balance, and it was frightening in its intensity. Cody seemed to be interested, but Trowa was still too afraid of his awakening desires to do anything about it yet... even if Cody was unbelievably sexy in his blue jeans and tight black tee shirt. While Trowa fought with himself, the other man took the initiative.
"I never considered guys an option back then," he confessed, giving Trowa an appraising look.
Trowa tried to calm his pounding heart. What was happening to him? "But you do now?"
Cody smirked. "I didn't until tonight. I was a ladies' man only. Guess that's changed all of a sudden."
The former Heavyarms pilot shifted uncomfortably. He'd never had someone make him react this way before. How could he feel like this when he'd just met the guy? Trowa swallowed nervously. "Interesting change."
"I guess you don't ever know everything about yourself," Cody said casually, but the brunet could tell that he was choosing his words carefully. "I guess it takes someone else to make you see what could be if you let it happen."
Trowa met the black-haired man's gaze, and the understanding and desire he could see there made his decision for him. "Do you want it to happen?" He couldn't believe he was asking that! He was pretty much propositioning the man. What if he accepted? What would he do?
The bouncer reached out and ran his fingers through Trowa's bangs, a soothing yet sensual gesture. "If you do, I'd like to very much. I'd like to find out what I've been missing."
'Me too,' Trowa thought, and began weighing the consequences. Cody seemed straightforward and honest, and he knew about Trowa's past without the brunet even having to tell him about it. It would just be sex between two guys who didn't really know each other. That's all. Surely Trowa could handle that, and if Cody tried anything he didn't like, the former pilot knew that he could get away from the bouncer. He was stronger now than when he'd fought with the mercenaries, so he had nothing to fear. Still, he wanted to make it very clear what he expected.
"Nothing non-consensual," he stated, looking for any sign of disagreement from his would-be-partner.
Cody kept his eyes focused on Trowa's. "Nothing non-consensual and no strings attached."
Trowa couldn't look away, searching for something in those brown depths that would tell him if he was making a good decision or the worst mistake of his life. Going with his gut instinct, he put his doubts to rest and took the plunge. "All right. I only have two questions then."
The black-haired man smirked. "Only two?" When Trowa raised an eyebrow, Cody laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Okay, Tro. Ask away."
The brunet smiled at the nickname, feeling more confident. "When does your shift end, and your place or mine?"
End Part 11
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