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u can run but u can hide

cw. ghostface!suna x fem!reader, pet names, smut, little non-con if u pay attention, established relationship at the end, english isn’t my first language.

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It was close to 10 p.m. when I went down to the kitchen to make some popcorn. My parents went on a trip and left me home alone. It was common for nights like this to happen, as they always traveled for work.

I put the butter and corn in the popcorn maker and turned on the stove at the same time as the landline in the living room started ringing. The phone was maintained by my parents' work, because let's face it, nobody still uses a landline these days.

“Hello?”

“Hello, who is it?” a thick voice asked on the other end of the line.

“Who are you trying to reach?”

“What number is this?”

“What number are you trying to reach?” I replied.

“I don't know.”

“Well, I think you have the wrong number, then” I spoke simplistically.

“Do I?”

“Yeah, it happens.” I shrugged, even though the person couldn't see me, and hung up the phone without waiting for an answer. I turned to go back into the kitchen when the phone rang again.

“Yeah, I guess I really did call the wrong number.” It was the same voice.

“So why did you call again?” I asked, with a laugh.

“To apologize.”

“You're forgiven. Bye.”

“Wait, don't hang up!” The person exclaimed.

“Huh? Why not?”

“I want to talk to you for a minute.”

“Well, you have plenty of other numbers for that.” I said with a smile, hanging up the phone.

The popcorn had left a delicious aroma in the kitchen and my mouth was already watering. I was stirring the popcorn popper, waiting for the corn to stop popping, when my cell phone rang. It was a private number, so I had no idea who it was, but I answered anyway.

“Hello?” I asked as I looked for a bowl to put my popcorn in.

“Why don't you want to talk to me?”

“Okay, who is it?”

“Tell me your name and I'll tell you mine.”

“Um, no, I don't think so.” I rested my cell phone on my neck to get the popcorn out of the pot.

“What's that noise?”

“Popcorn.”

“Um, I only eat popcorn at the movies.”

“Well, I'm going to watch a movie now.”

“Yeah? What movie?”

“Oh it's just some scary movie.”

“A scary movie? Interesting” the person on the other end of the line paused and I could hear his heavy breathing “What's your favorite scary movie?”

“Oh, I don't know...” I pondered a bit, leaning on the kitchen counter, popping some popcorn in my mouth “I think… Scream.”

“It's the one with the masked killer, isn't it?”

I mumbled an "uh-huh", wanting to end the conversation

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” The person asks.

“Why? Do you want to ask me out on a date?” I asked mischievously, with a laugh.

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Mm, no.”

“You never told me your name.”

“Why do you wanna know my name?”

“‘Cause I wanna know who I’m looking at.” the person stopped talking and I remained silent, a shiver ran through my body and the joke was no longer funny. “Are you used to being alone at home, y/n?”

“Who's talking?” I asked seriously this time.

“Calm down, there's no need to get nervous” the person spoke with an annoying calmness “You see, it's important to lock all the doors when you're home alone, especially at this time of night. Are you sure everything is locked, y/n?”

“It's not funny anymore. You know I can call the police if you carry on with this silly little game, don't you?” I checked the front door and the door to the living room that led to the garden and both were locked.

“Yeah? And what would you say to the police? Although... I don't think it's a good idea to call the police, sweetheart, especially given the clothes you're wearing, right? You know how disgusting these guys can be.”

I swallowed, going up to the second floor.

“And what am I wearing?” I asked. It was probably just some weirdo trying to prank and scare me. From school, maybe. But even so, I checked the glass doors leading to the balcony, just to be sure.

“Um, let's see... You're wearing a black tank top, and apparently you're not wearing a bra since your nipples are marked on the fabric, and a... what is that? A pair of panties? Shorts? I can't tell the difference, but it's short, black and has a kitten print.” My heart was pounding out of my chest and I wouldn't be surprised if it jumped out “You're quite a sight, y/n.”

“Right, end of joke. I'll call the police.” I ended the call and went to my room. Of course I wouldn't call the police for that.

A cold wind blew in through the open window, chilling my bare legs. I hurried to close it and locked it out of conscience just as I heard a noise in the hallway, only to stick my head out and see nothing. I jumped with a gasp when my cell phone rang again, but fortunately, this time it was my mother.

“Hi babygirl, how are you?” she asked softly and I relaxed at hearing her voice.

“Hey, Mom! I’m okay, how are you?” I lied, I wasn't going to worry my parents on account of some unoccupied weirdo.

“We're fine!” I heard my father shouting "I love you, baby!" in the background and my mother's laughter “I called to see if everything was okay, you're not scared, are you?”

I laughed nervously “Of course not! I'm a big girl, I can stay at home on my own!”

“Huuumm okay, Mrs. Grown-up” we laughed “Make sure you go to sleep soon, huh? Don't stay up till dawn.”

“Yes, ma'am!” We laughed some more and said goodbye.

I was able to relax a bit more and went down to the kitchen to get my popcorn. I went upstairs and turned off the downstairs lights that were on and returned to my room, putting the movie on the TV and lying down on the bed.

[…]

I was almost halfway through the movie, about forty minutes in, when I heard a noise, a kind of thump. I instantly remembered the phone call from earlier, which had really scared me. I decided to ignore it, it must have been the wind knocking something over in the garden or something. I played the movie and snuggled into bed, my popcorn bucket long since empty. But, as my peace wasn't lasting long tonight, I began to hear heavy footsteps in the hallway. I stopped the movie immediately. I tried to convince myself that it was nerves about the phone call that must have been in my head, or even the influence of the movie, but it was too real to be in my head. The footsteps were firm, they didn't seem to want to go unnoticed. A thick, loud voice said "toc, toc" followed by two knocks on my door. I froze, paralyzed on the bed.

“Cat got your tongue, y/n?” it was the same voice from the phone, I knew for sure.

“What are you doing in my house?! How did you get in here?” I asked nervously.

“Come on, I told you it was dangerous to leave the doors unlocked, didn't I?” the guy said, in the same calm, irritating tone of voice.

“Everything was locked, you weirdo!”

“Are you sure?” the door handle began to turn slowly and my body moved on its own towards the closet.

I hid among my clothes, crouching on the floor. I was panting and shaking, tears in the corners of my eyes. I heard the door creak open and footsteps entered my room. I mentally cursed myself when I realized that I had left my cell phone on the bed. Now would be a good time to call the police.

“Do you want to play hide and seek?” he said, laughing before continuing: “All right, it's more interesting that way.”

I heard him open the door to my bathroom and I could see when he turned the light on through the crack in the door. I also heard him open the drawer of my dressing table and play the movie on the television, even though he had turned the volume down.

My heart was pounding loudly and I was afraid he could hear it, so I put my hand over my mouth to stop my panting coming out too loud. I watched as he opened the closet door. He was a tall guy. All black pants, shirt and boots and a white ghost mask preventing me from seeing his face. The fucking ghostface. He rummaged through some hangers, making space between the clothes. My heart beat even faster, he'll find me. He'll find me!

“Boo!” he made space at once between the clothes covering me, a sadistic laugh coming from beneath his mask.

[…]

“What do you want?” I asked in a tearful voice, sniffling.

He laughed: “Let's watch the movie.”

What?!

I looked at him paralyzed, still crouched on the floor of my closet, and he left, sitting on my bed.

“Aren't you coming?” he turned to me, as if waiting for me. I got up from the floor, walking slowly over to him and sitting on the bed on top of my legs. He shook his head in denial, clicking his tongue. “Come here, sit down.” he patted his own lap.

I swallowed and looked at him incredulously, even though I couldn't see his face. I stood up and faced him. With surprising speed, he turned me onto my back and whispered against the back of my neck: “Do you know what a safe word is, y/n?” I nodded “Yours is mercy, you'll use it if you need to.”

His big an cold hands gripped my thighs firmly from behind.

“Bent forward and your head on the floor.” he ordered, his voice firm.

I did as he asked, sat on his lap, my clitoris almost brushing against his scratchy jeans, I was hanging off the bed, my torso stretched out and my face almost touching my white fur rug.

“What do we have here?” he said, and even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was smiling.

He pulled my pajama shorts aside, the chilly air in the room making my pussy clench around nothing, since I wasn't wearing any panties. He ran one of his fingers between my outer lips, realizing right there that I was wet.

“Did the fright I gave you make you wet, sweetheart? What a pervert...” he pulled my shorts down my legs with a little difficulty due to the position, hooking my ankles around his waist.

His hands roamed up and down my thighs, his thumbs hooking into the curve of my ass. I was all open for him, open and dripping.

“So pretty, babe” his voice was nothing more than a whisper, followed by a slap on my ass. It burned.

One more.

One more.

One more.

My thighs trembled from the slaps and my pussy throbbed and ached from lack of stimulation. I moved my hips down, my clitoris rubbing against his jeans, and I let out a louder moan than I expected.

“Owwn” he laughed “Does that pussy need something, pretty girl?”

I gasped when his icy thumb brushed under my clitoris.

“Come on, beautiful, I asked you a question. Don't be rude.”

“I...” I was dizzy. Maybe because I was horny, maybe because of my position and my blood was rushing to my head. I was nothing but a mess.

“Looks like someone here likes to be scared” he laughed as he rubbed my swollen clit.

I moaned, unconsciously leaning towards him for more contact as his palm slapped my pussy, the pain reverberating throughout my body. He slapped my ass again, my skin was hot and burning.

“Your pussy looks even prettier when your ass is red, that’s funny” but his tone had no humor in it.

When the seventh slap came, I let out a yelp, scrambling to my feet in a failed attempt to ward off the pain burning my skin. He laughed at my attitude, stroking my burning ass. Each time he slammed into me, the momentum pushed me further and further down, rubbing my clit against his jeans, which were probably already stained with my lubrication. Those flashes of pleasure were what kept me there, the pain and pleasure turning me on even more.

“Come on, babe, do you want to cum already?” he asked in a whisper, leaning down.

I turned my crying face to the side, trying to see his figure: “Yes! I... Please!” I was nothing but a humiliating mess who just wanted some relief.

“Very well, then” he pulled my torso to himself, my back against his hard and warm chest, my battered ass pinching under his scratchy jeans.

“You okay, babe? Do you want to use your word?” he asked, his hot breath hitting my cheek. I denied it. He smiled. “That's my good girl.”

He laid me on the bed, my back on the mattress, while he lay on top of me. He ripped off my top with ease, my nipples erect from arousal and the chilly air in the room welcoming them. He tugged on my right nipple with his forefinger and thumb, twisting it and pulling it upwards, eliciting a moan from me. He left a kiss on my belly and started to undress, without taking off his mask yet. His chest was white and toned, with a few spots here and there, as were his thighs. His cock wasn't thick, but it was long and slightly curved upwards. The little pink head was leaking pre-cum and had a prominent vein at the base. I sighed at the sight.

“Enjoying the view, doll?” he asked, head tilted to the side, sliding his right hand in a slow masturbation. I tipped my head back, biting my lip with a stifled laugh. You bet I am. “Come here, sweetheart.”

He said slyly, pulling me up by my ankles and slowly inserting his cock into my needy pussy.

“Oh fuck” I moaned, sinking my head into the sheets. My insides trembled around his cock, feeling full. He sighed heavily above me, muffled by the mask.

He moved his hips back, taking his cock out completely, to shove it in again with force. He did this a few times before he started thrusting hard. I moaned loudly, too sensitive. My pussy was squeezing his hard cock and my clit was throbbing, my ass was burning against the sheets. I brought two fingers to my clit to stimulate it, but they were soon removed and replaced by his.

He rubbed my swollen spot hard with his thumb while I squeezed my nipples. The familiar pressure felt extremely good from my womb.

“Fuck, I'm going to cum!” I exclaimed as I felt my orgasm coming, and he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving deep into my pussy.

My legs trembled as the orgasm hit me and I opened my mouth in a silent moan. He penetrated me a few more times, prolonging my orgasm as he deposited his hot cum inside me.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed as he removed his mask, kissing me for the first time that night, a delicate kiss. I laughed against his lips. “You perverted little thing!” he laughed, slapping my sensitive ass, not so hard this time.

“Rin, babe! That was awesome!” I kissed him with so much love.

“You naughty naughty girl!” he laughed, biting my lower lip as he pushed his oozing cum back into my pussy.

“Yeah and you like it!”

Well, let's see what a coincidence. The weirdo Mr. Ghostface who broke into my house and fucked me happened to be my boyfriend, Suna. He and I always like to do something different when it comes to sex from time to time, and knowing that his naughty girlfriend was a little scared and horny about ghostface and that she'd be home alone all night, he wanted to surprise me. Besides, I would recognize my boyfriend's voice on the phone, which only increased my anxiety and excitement about what he would do that night. And what a good surprise it was!

tw! use of weed, slapping, hints of toxic relationship if u squint

been on suna tiktok lately and im so happy that we all collectively ageed of hc stoner!suna. bc imagine getting high w this man!! he just lights a fuckin blunt in front of u on ur front porch, its late and ur honestly so tired from school. ur bf just stares at u lazily w those hooded and zooted fucking eyes, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a sly smile. the blunt is on his lips and ur eyes travel down, ur throat getting dry. “what’yer lookin’ at?” he mumbles, blowing the smoke in front of ur face and ur coughing. “fuckin- rintaro you asswipe!” you yell, hearing suna laugh at ur response and doing the same action again. “wanna try it, princess?” he asks, passing u the blunt with a smug grin playing on his lips. you dont deny, however u do roll ur eyes before smoking the blunt nd puffing out the smoke towards suna. “holy shit, c’mere.” is all ur boyfriend says before he’s pulling u towards his lap, smoking the blunt bfore he throws it on the ground nd presses his lips to yours. u comply, obviously, arms hung loosely around suna’s neck while his tongue is down ur throat, exhaling the puff of smoke inside ur mouth w/ u pulling away; coughing. “fuck you,” u spat once more in between coughs, slapping suna on the face. “as u wish.” he smirks, pushing u off him as he stood up nd grabbed u by the hair.

Can I get One non Toxic Suna story pls 💀

Suna rintarou in my style- this surprisingly took longer than I expected lmao 😭

Hope y’all like it though

“that escalated quickly”

Suna rintarou x fem!reader

Synopsis : you ask your childhood friend to show his pp due to a certain encounter.

cw : —smut, oral [f.receiving], cervix bruising, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering, degradation + praising [names called —pretty whore, doll], masochism, sadism, dacryphilia [suna likes seeing you cry], mean¡dom suna.

Note : you don't have to read the series to read the smut, stay horny friends. mdni.

↳ part : 1, ↳ part : 2, ↳ part : 3

“oh what's this?” then corner of his lips curled up, a sinister smirk and you know you got yourself tangled in a spider web, there is no backing out. “don't get shy on me now y/n, eyes on me”

Listen, it would have been really easy to keep your eyes on him but not like this

you are panting, you can't focus like this, he is so mean, suna's hand were gripped around your thighs so tightly that you know their will be marks left, both over his shoulder.

his pointy tongue has been making small circles around your bud, painfully lazily, painfully slowly. while his fingers? They held a ruthless pace, the long pale ones which were hitting you right on your gspot.

Your breaths are so shallow, with each and every strike against your gspot, with stripe of his long tongue against your perky clit, you feel the bliss, you will cum like this, your head is thrown back.

A little more push and you will be over, your eyes keep clenching due to jolts of pleasure everytime his finger moves a bit higher, and the most lustful things was how his eyes were directly observing every expression of your face.

a fox? Yeah they were smart and sneaky but suna, he isn't a fox he is a snake, his slanted eyes never leaves your face, you can see how his tongue flattens over your clit and how his lips wraps around your already swollen bud, to suck even more harshly.

he is enjoying your pain and pleasure, he is enjoying how tears were brimming in your eyes just to follow his words, he is enjoying how flustered you look every time you are about to let the knot in your stomach go, but just as it about to happen

he removes his hands, he removes his tongue and replaces your heat with a smile on his lips, a grin, a evil one.

“fuck— stop being a bitch” you stutter out, and you know shouldn't have said that when he is in control but he wouldn't mind that right he is your friend for year— his tongue is poking his cheek at your words, it seems so dangerous.

“a bitch you say?” he undoes his sweats and finally after the cruel hours of you imaging it, over and over again your eyes lands on his dick, oozing with a little precum, it looks a little bigger than last time, a little harder maybe.

“weren't you the one who was acting like a bitch in heat, all this while begging me to fuck you over” he scoffs, raising his eyebrows when you shudder hearing his words.

“don't tell me being humiliated gets you off” his hands pulls you abruptly closer by your thighs, to the edge of the bed, his lips twisted and amused, so close, a little more and you will be rubbing against him.

suna smells like being high in summer afternoon, intoxicating and mind enfulging, his one hand rests on your waist, closer to your mounds. he bents a little lower and you don't mean to whine but you do, he rubs his member on your core forming slow little shapes. “let's play a guessing game, we guess what turns us on, I will go first”

He slips in without a warning, you have imagined it more than you would like to admit but nothing could prepare you to hold his length, he isn't halfway through and you are filled, you moan loud enough that you know if you anyone was in the hallways they could hear you.

suna is not one to make noise in bed, but he can't help but curse at how tight you were, yeah maybe he was a little to big for you but that doesn't mean he wouldn't make you fit for him.

“you are a masochist” he slams in again and you scream, the stretch is too much for you, the pain is greater par with the pleasure but that doesn't make suna stop, so cute crying like that— who would have thought he could fuck his neighbors daughter so well, the one who trusted him to take care of you? Is now fucking you like you are his own personal doll.

He asks for your assumption, but your are blabbing mess the only thing you could do was moan more loudly as his pace started to increase, he is hitting your cervix already—

“moans? you got this right, pretty moans from a pretty whore” he hovers over you, leaning in right below your neck, his teeth sinks on your mound, away from your nipples but enough to make whine.

His hands move to grip you by your neck, veins popping out as he tightens it and your cloudy mind comes to a halt, he grunts feeling you clench down on him as he grips your neck more tightly, breaths shallow for you that your face becomes red, you feel like you will pass out

“choking” he seems proud, eyes intently watching your fucked out face. The tears that were threatening to come out of your eyes, once he moves faster, the water break loose and tears glides down your cheek. His hits were accurate, how could be so fast and not sloppy.

“aww are you crying?” he smirks, leaning in, mere inches away from your face, his hands that were wrapped around your neck finally let's you breath and grips your jaw, you were expecting a kiss, a slower pace when he inched more closer but he licked, he licked your tears away that escaped your eyes.

“guess your tears turn me on too” and you don't mean to shudder or clench around him at his words, but he feels the clench around his pulsating member ramming your heat, it's so hot— you like this under him, you feel friction against your walls, the knot in your stomach hanging just to let it go.

His pelvis keeps rubbing your clit, the accurate sharp hitting of his dick against your cervix leaves a burning sensation, it's bruised definitely, the muscle on his inside you keeps getting hard with each rub against your gspot, you will cum, you will cum.

“cumming” you manage to mumble out, your back is arched, and as you feel the rush pooling out of with the little rub against your clit his finger pressed on, your toe curls and you gush out against his member.

His pace gets a little sloppy as he feels your walls tightening more, his head thrown back as a small mewl of your names leaves his lips. That is gonna be painted in your mind forever.

But instead of him slowing down or rushing his escape that he feels around him, the warm hot hole which keeps squeezing him, his thumb moves to your perky nub and rubs, he lowers his face putting your nipple between in his teeth only to press down on it roughly.

“no, no too much ahh—” you moan out, slurring between your words. he sucks on your nipples more harshly, rolling the tip with his tongue, suna is clouded with being in you— the pleasure and satisfaction after having you after days and days of wet dreams

The warmth is finally satisfying, it finally feels complete and each thrust even if he pretends to be control, he is loosing it, he is loosing himself in you— fuck it,

you look so pretty under him shivering, like you are just a mess and only have him to guide you out, he crossed the friends line and if that means he gets to see such a pretty view under him, he will do it all over again.

Faster and sloppiler pace as he watches your eyes roll back due to the overstimulation all over again, he gets ready to move out and cum on your stomach but, the small mewl when you say 'inside' had his hips rolling in a new angle.

He grips your thigh, putting it over his shoulder, his thoughts stuck in his throat before it could finally reach his conscience, with another accurate push against your gspot, with another harsh hit on your cervix and with another clench by you, he paints your walls white.

Hot spurts of seed shooting inside you, the warmth alone makes you cum again with the overstimulation of your little nub, he places a sloppy kiss on your lips before pulling out.

Collapsing on the sheet beside you, you huff out— letting your breath catch, the fast orgasm still has your mind fuzzy.

You turn to look at suna, not as wrecked or visibly exhausted like you but he is panting, the hair is sticking to his forehead and his eyes are closed, the sweat is making his skin glow, he looks so hot. Did you just fuck this guy?

“hey,” you mumble, your voice comes off as a feeble sound, your throat was too strained due to the screaming, “I am on birth control so don't worry”

Suna turns to look directly into your eyes, his lips are twisted upwards, a mischievous one “that didn't bother me, you knocked up and swollen cause of me? Hot”

You almost choke yourself at his remark, and you wonder if the red bruises on your skin he left was more pigmented than your cheeks.

“one more round?”

“YOU DID WHAT?” the professor sighs once again, is yelling in his class a daily occurrence now? Atleast nobody cursed this time, he looks at the back of the glass from where the sound came and, ah yes it's the oh so familiar blond head and along with the girl who curses, again.

he takes his glasses off. “out now”

Yuuji terushima is still in shock, no he saw a mere inch of that hickey and wondered for a whole minute, did a whole fucking octopus attacked you with his suckling tentacles.

“y/n you can't walk properly, you are stumbling”

“I know” you whisper loudly, trying to keep your pace up to walk like a normal human being, the cramps in your thighs are still there. It's like you a bulldozer was drilled inside you.

But you would pay anything, anything to feel the ecstasy of his tongue rubbing softly against you. Anything to be held by his gruff hands, anything to feel him inside you.

and anything to feel the smell of his summer like hair, minty cologne he uses which was mixed a bit with the scent of cigar.

“I need details, babe” terushima yuuji stops you, clicking his tongue, a isolated place to talk about your sex life. It may sound creepy but he is your bestfriend he deserves to know. “hush, not now bitch” you roll your eyes, like what if someone hears about how suna plunged his fingers inside you, no no not safe.

“fine, then I won't tell you about atsumu's new girl” he has a smug smile, but you roll your eyes, placing your hands over your chest. “as if I care”

“oh, you will” he sounds so assure, quickly fumbling to take his phone out, he unlocks it, opening up his instagram. “its suna's ex” huh.

“knew tsumu was a scumbag, how could he fuck his bestfriend's ex” you spat out, taking the phone from his hand, you don't really care about which suna's ex this was, non insignificant. but she looks pretty.

“says the one who fucked their ex's bestfriend, and suna also did the same you know” you scoff, mumbling to reason how you were the hot ex of miya and suna was the hot bestfriend— its different with hot people apparently.

“we are not talking about this again, we are adults we can fuck whoever you want”

“but you said he was a scumbag first for doing that”

“you are supposed take my side”

“suna, tsumu went out with that half korean girl last saturday” Osamu, puts the drink for his friend on the kitchen counter, its his brother he is bitching about he knows, he is a douchebag he will agree.

but he doesn't want that bastard to have a black eye so if that means he has to apologize for him, he will do it.

“oh yeah?” suna puts his phone on the desk, eyes still lingering on the typing sign on his screen, he is least bothered, he is chewing his lips in anctipation for your message to pop up.

“can't believe he is going for your ex” Osamu sighs, waiting for a reaction but he notices as his lips are turned a bit upwards when the ding of notification pops on his screen.

“that doesn't bother you?” suna finally looks up after typing out something, nonchalant expression as he slips his phone into his jacket.

“can't really blame him while I am making his ex's heartbeat faster too” that leaves osamu dumbfounded, which ex— atsumu had tons of flings and relationship so if suna was going out one his girlfriend it wouldn't bother him. right?

“which one?” he raises his eyebrow taking a chuck of his drink, the cold liquid leaves a burn in his throat.

“y/n” Osamu chokes, spits the drink almost out, Oh that will bother atsumu miya real well.

“for real?” he stares at suna, slurring between his word, a simple nod confirms the deal, suna isn't one to joke around with stuff like this.

“never knew you were the gentleman cheesy type, making her heartbeat faster and stuff” he scoffs, sipping his drink once again.

“oh” suna pauses, a smirk tugging on his lips, as his tongue pokes the inside of his check. “the other heartbeat, down south”

que to osamu choking again

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