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Joxer and the Men	By : AmberDDawn Category: S through Z > Xena Views: 2235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yes I'm still here. As always I really Hope you enjoy this strange fiction.
I hope that my pacing has been ok, Sorry if this gets cliche...

Joxer and the Men
Chapter 9: The Honeymoon

Ares felt like he had a hangover after a long night at one of Dionysus' parties. He rubbed his head which felt strangly clear. He was laying in the floor of a mortal home, and vague flashes hit him...One of his dedicated followers...him necking with the terified man...wanting to rip off his clothes and take him there and then...A goat bellowing at him in a voice that could shake the very earth and make ears bleed...blackness...then nothing...

He shook his head as he remembered more, "Where's Joxer? I know you're hiding him." His voice was fairly even despite the strong taste of bile rising in the back of his throat.

"Safe from you," An annoying voice buzzed in his ears. He turned his glaring vissage on the mortal that taunted him from the preceived safety of four gods and a demigod...Right his daughter...It was her tag-along Joxer. He normally paid little attantion to his follower. He had been marked for protection a long time ago...well in mortal terms. He had felt the motral close to death before not just once, but this time had been different. He had sensed the mortal's body healing rappidly so he assumed there was a god involved in his recovery...then he was gone. Not dead, just gone. He suspected another god had desings of some kind on his mortal, and as such put a protection around him..couldn't put one actually on him...they could never remove the protection of a dedicated follower unless the follower broke with him first. He never felt that break. Someone was looking to steal what was his. He would not just sit back and let them get away with it.

Then his awarness of Joxer returned. Ares flashed to the mortal planning to smite the god involved, only to find some half god cuddling Joxer. There were a few gods outside, including his own son, but he smelled that scent on Joxer and knew Aphriodite was heavily involved.

He wanted to kick himself for rushing in like an angry bull. He could have killed his follower...and at least for now Joxer was more useful alive. He would have at the least raped the man and he had a feeling that would have been extremely bad...something in his gut told him that the fates would have it out for him if he had managed, but someone actually got the drop on him...he wondered if he had managed to have Joxer if he'd still be that crazed maniac that had almost rutted the pathetic excuse for a warrior?

As much as he hated to admit it...he never would to the responsible party...but whomever managed to incapacitate him was owed thanks for the very least stopping a huge mistake. The hangover however was something he was not thankful for.

"Someone shut that annoying mortal up before I silence her with a fireball," He rubbed his head and slowly got on his feet.

Gabrielle opened her mouth to make a smart remark, but she was silenced with a glare from her friend.

"It might be best if you two go check on Phidais," Apollo spoke up. He didn't want his follower hurt if things got nasty and getting that idiot bard out of the line of Ares' sight would do a lot toward that goal.

"You feeling better now Arry?" Aphrodite asked surprislingly gently.

"If you mean, do I feel like fucking Joxer...no I don't...now," He didn't, he really didn't. Ares lied to himself and shook his head gently. That headache was no lie, "I feel like an entire mountain landed on my head...What the hell is going on...I want answers and I want them now."

"It's a long story," The goddess spoke up.

"Humor me," Ares plopped himself on the lounge and pinned a glare on each god in turn.

Joxer yawned and stretched. The fire light danced across the cave and over his new lover's skin. He gasped quietly and tried to sit up. An arm wrapped around him and pulled him down.

"Lay back down," Came the muddled voice.

Joxer grabbed his chest, "Huh...I thought I was only dreaming," He whipsered and cradled his head on Auto's shoulder.

"Nope, you're stuck with me," He chuckled sleepily.

"I feel really dirty," Joxer suddenly said.

"I didn't know I was so unpleasant to sleep with," Auto mumbled and pinched his arm gently.

"I mean I'm itchy and grimy," Joxer pushed his hand away and sat up again..."Was that tub there before?" He leaned on his elbows looking to the corner of the cave like room. He couldn't be imagining things but there was steam wafting up from it, and the fire blazed back to life as if someone had stirred it. "Gods make things too easy," He mumbled to himself, "I'm taking a bath," Joxer crawled over Auto.

The theif groaned and sat up too. He had to admit the dry cum on his stomach was rather itchy, "Hope theres room for two in there."

Joxer stepped in and hissed the water was hot. He eased in. Auto climbed in behind him and nudged him forward, "Come here baby. He pulled the smaller man into his lap. He found a sponge laying on the lip of the tub. He started rubbing Joxer's belly being very careful of his stitches, and then moved lower. Joxer moaned as the sponge brushed against his cock. Auto smirked feeling it stirring. His own swelling as it brushed agianst Joxer's bottom. He continued to tease his love's burgening erection.

Joxer hissed, "Can't think of anything else can you?" He pushed the sponge away, and turned. "Keep this up and we're never getting clean."

"Cleanlieness is so overrated," Auto pulled Joxer flush to his chest and kissed his cheek. Their erections ground together under water. "You're too sexy, you know that don't you? You tease."

"Me?" Joxer got that goofy smile and slapped his chest playfully, "I'm not...You...you're like the most dashing, handsome, charming man I know."

"I can't argue with the truth," Auto pecked his lips. The water sloshed over the sides of the tub as Autolycus bucked hard against Joxer. Joxer made a very unmanly squeeking noise. Auto took the opportunity while his lover was off guard to grope his ass. His fingers digging into the globular flesh, massaging and parting the cheeks. A finger sliped inside the stretched hole, rubbing the inner walls.

Joxer moaned and threw his arms around Auto's neck, "Fuuuuhhhhh!" Auto positioned himself and slowly started to enter. There was some resistance but soon he was inside his new favorite place. If Autolyucs could only see the look on his own face, Hardly the suave smirk he normally wore, but an extremely silly happy smile spaning his face as he thrust upward.

"Awe they're humping like little bunnies!" Aphrodite suddenly squealed, interupting the adult conversation.

Pan cleared his throat, "So you understand how important it was that we stop you."

Ares nodded...He really didn't want to be stuck to a mortal for the rest of his life, even if he had to admit Joxer would have been a tasty consort. If the potion were merely about making children and fucking he would be fine...but that fidelity aspect was not what he wanted.

God's had hundreds of partners. Besides how would it look for the god of war to be all lovey-dovey. He shuddered at the images in his head. Though the rampent constant fucking would have been fun for quite a while...He stopped thinking on it and tamped down the thoughts. That Joxer's pheremones were still wreeking havoc on his system.

"He's still mine you know," Ares smirked. He was, Joxer still prayed to him even behind his friends' backs almost every day. Ares was just allowing that half mortal to borrow what was his. The theif could have Joxer's body, but that soul was his. He wondered if the potion lasted until after death and if Hades would allow him congical visits. He could wait, a human lifetime was nothing to him. Damn that sounded horrible after the thought formed fully. He really had it bad.

"You're destorying that potion," Ares demanded.

"That's probably for the best," Agreed Pan.

"You sure we shouldn't take it to Mother and Daddy?" Aphrodite worried her lip.

"Could you imagine If father found out about it? Father normally prefers women but I think he would fuck anything pretty enough; and if he could get another demigod out of it, that's just icing on the cake for him. I wouldn't be surprised if he could overcome the potion's side effects while still keeping his victim's enthralled..." Ares spoke seriously. The thought of his father keeping a throng of mortal lovers under his control sickened him, and he has seen the most brutal side of war, "Our father is not above rape...he's done it before...could you imagine being forced to drink a potion...then raped and come out in love with your rapist?"

Gods were selfish and spoiled beings but at least these five had a line they didn't cross that Zeus had no problem crossing. Worshipers and nonworshipers alike were his playthings. He would transform into something to seduce his victims. If they succumed he would engage in a night of debauchery. If they still resisted he would rape them all night leaving them broken. More often than not if his victim was a mortal woman she would bare the fruits of that rape and be forced to raise it or risk his anger.

Ares often wondered if Hercules mother was willing or raped...His warped view of the gods had to come from somewhere. His love for his father and resnetment of his siblings and step mother could have simply come from Hera's vindictive attempts on his life. Still, He could imagine Alcmene spitefully feeding him lies about he gods while skirting around the truth about Zeuse for fear of retaliation. The truth was that the King of the Gods, was nothing more than a scoipathic spoiled brat. Though the Queen was hardly better.

"Then there's grandmother, if we brought the potion to her she might force it on Zeus. That might be interesting if she could manage to render him incapable of fathering more children...well the normal way," Cupid added and half smirked, looking a lot like his father, "Either way...She isn't going to be happy to learn how her blessings were abused. If she does not go after the mortals involved in this we are lucky."

"The Gargareans are packing up to move...I can influence them to move out of Greece and into another god's influence...Perhaps up to britania...I have a circle of worshipers there that could help these men out," Pan suggested.

"What about Joxer?" Cupid asked.

"I don't think you could influence Joxie to leave," Aphrodite pouted, "Besides I was really looking forward to seeing the babies."

"He's not leaving while he's still one of my followers," Ares practially growled.

"We will have to hide the fact that he's pregnant, but Hera has yet to realize what that potion she blessed does," Apollo stated.

"Well up until now nobody who was not officially part of the tribe has taken it....Those who had been outsiders married into the tribe and the men kept to themselves mostly. For their own protection pregnant men were restricted to the camp once their stomachs became noticably swollen," Pan explained.

"We can just hide him for the next nine months or so. Then he will reappear with a child stating it was a foundling..." Aphrodite said hopefully.

"...And when the child gets older and people notice the resmblence to both his fathers?" Apollo asked in iritation, "I suppose we are suppose to hide his mortal children for their entire lives or send them away?"

Pan shook his head, "No...according to the fates, when they were screaming at me, Joxer is destined to have three children...there are three branches running off his life thread...At least one of them becomes important later and the others will produce descendents who somehow affect the veil of time. Joxer needs to stay in Greece, and his children will be prominent, unless Hera lets go of her temper. I hope she realizes Joxer and his offspring are victims of this and spares them."

"Should we fess up then?" Aphrodite asked.

Pan sighed, "It's my fault. I should confess, but I'll be leaving after that and not coming back. I don't want to become a goat skin rug in her temple."

"Actually I have a plan," Ares spoke up, "If Hera thinks I have punished you, and you and the other men go north out of her reach she might not punish Joxer. Mother knows how I feel about my followers. If she thinks someone tried to used the potion against me she might spare and even help me protect Joxer."

"What if she removes the blessing?" Cupid asked, "Or what if she thinks Autolycus was the one trying to abuse it? If Mother killed Hermes' son he'd probably retaliate agianst us or Joxer. If not should we call Hermes and let him know that he's about to become a grandfather? If he's part of the plan he could help protect Joxer and his unborn child."

"I don't know," Ares rolled his eyes, "We have almost half the pantheon here now why not tell everybody?"

"Why not allow Autolycus and Joxer decide who knows and who doesn't?" Apollo advised wisely.

"We have a little time to think you know...at least give the lovers a few days of bliss before bringing them back into the real world, " Aphrodite begged and Cupid agreed leaning over to his mother to peek into the scrying orb she held and watching the new lovers splashing water allover the cave from their little tub.

"I want to try that," Cupid smirked, "You really have to admit that Joxer is kinda hot in that lean lanky way. Pale skin, dark hair and deep puppydog eyes." Cupid's trailed off thinking of other things.

The gods quietly gathered around curious to watch the show. Even Apollo had to admit that watching the mortals go at it like horny beasts had him hot under the collar.

Gabrielle Stood just behind the door and listened to the god's planning out Joxer's life. She didn't like it at all and she still couldn't believe that he and Autolycus were truly in love. It was all just more manipulation and godly interference. As far as she was concerned Joxer's life had been ruined. Maybe she could be thankful that the King of Theives was willing to throw his own life away for Joxer's sake. That part was actually kind of sweet...if you forgot he was under the influence of some weird spell.

She had seen the man operate around women the times they had been stuck together. Well that wasn't that often but she never saw him look twice at any man, and he was never so physical when flirting...at least in front of others. He was the kind of guy who used smooth lines and his looks to charm ladies, but there he was holding Joxer and comforting him rather like a father would a frightened child, or an older lover might his young consort.

"This is all so strange," She uttered.

"Come away from the door Gabrielle," Xena commanded patting the floor next to her beside the healer's bed, "We can't really do anything for Joxer except support him. I think Auto will be good to him. He's not the type to abuse someone he cares for. After today I think he would be with Joxer. I think it would have happened slower, and it might not have lasted forever, but I've had this inkling since the first time I was ever with them while they were near each other. Joxer gets crushes on people he respects...I think its the only way he understands love, but he definitely respects Auto. Auto was always a little more curious about Joxer than one might be an aquaintence ot even a simple friendly association."
Gabrielle reluctantly left the door the gods had gone silent. She had only caught snatches of conversation anyway, "I don't understand...I mean I know Joxer really looks up to you...He looks up to both Herculese and Iolaus..even maybe following them around like a lost puppy. He was hopeless around me and I tried to discourage it. It would get really annoying the thousandth time turning him down or redirecting his attention...But when could he have developed a crush on Auto?"
Xena just shrugged, "Joxer just seems to want love. I think he would have accepted love from anyone...if he were less clueless he probably would already be with someone...Maybe Meg....maybe that blacksmith in Thebes?"

"What?" Gabrielle looked shocked...weather about he Tavern owner, or about the blacksmith was unclear.

"You don't remember when we passed near Thebes on our way from Athens last time we were down that way? That smith that gave us the deal on re-shoeing Argo...and sharpened my sword. He did a really nice job of it too. You don't remember how he tried to fix up Joxer's armor or even make something better for him. Joxer turned him down, but that man was so sweet on Joxer. Throwing out ovbious hints and flirting with him blatenely. You really didn't notice?"

Gabriele shook her head no. No she had been attempting to write an epoc at the time...one she ended up scrapping.

"Well I don't think you were alone. Joxer was at his worst in his infatuation with you at that point. The smith looked heartbroken when we left and Joxer only gave him a friendly good-bye," Xena threw her arm over her friend's shoulder, "He wasn't the last but I imagine you were distracted...didn't you ever finish that love epoc you had been working on?"

"No it was going nowhere...I threw the scroll in the fire about two months ago out of frustration...So has Joxer been leaving a trail of heartbreak behind us this whole time?" Gabby chuckled,shaking her head.

Xena laughed with her, "I'm afraid so. You remember that Tavern in Trachis? They had those really nice fish cakes and that sweet mead...I could drink for days. Did you notice how Joxer's platter always had more fish on it than ours...how the Barkeep would wink at him and grin? How Joxer got a little too drunk...I think he was giving Joxer something in his ale...How Joxer had left to go releive himself and not come back...The three men behind the bar who had Joxer on his knees already half naked and half conscious," Xena's voice lost its humor remembering that time she rescued their unwhitting friend, "Joxer could have done a lot worse than ending up with Auto. He might be a thief but he has principles."

Gabrielle frowned. She only remembered the hangover her friend had and the severe scolding she gave him for drinking too much and then refusing to give him time to recover, "I was a bitch..."

"You didn't know," Xena said, "Joxer doesn't either I think he was too drunk to remember."

Xena left out the part where one of the men was forcing his penis into Joxer's as mouth the others watched with their pants around thier ankles. How she had beaten the three so badly they probably were all limping for weeks after. How she had cornered the Tavern owner who had been pocketing silver in exchange for drugging unwhitting men and women for the gang. Promised to make him regret his part in the victimization if it ever happened again.

All that was best left unsaid. But if Gabrielle had this notion that Joxer was in no way atractive to anyone she was sorely mistaken. His astetic generally might appeal to the stronger more masculine persuasion but there were women who liked him too. He was too sweet not to like.

For somereason Meg always stood out. Her gut had told her that her look-a-like would be who Joxer settled down with. Then there had been that mention of his fate...about him having three children. She felt a bit of pity for the woman because once she had confided that a midwife had told her she was barren. If he had been meant to be with her maybe that was not true...but Joxer might have been her one chance to have children. She shook her head...No point in dwelling on what might have been for a friend.

Pytheaus was livid. Idas had to hold him back from striking their son, "That fool son of ours! I cannot beleive he hurt one of our own and then he started a fight with the village." The chief was angry but also scared. His son could have been killed and his lack of remorse at hurting an innocent man, and a fellow tribesman was horrible. He was still ranting about Joxer and he refused to obey their god's command. It was very worrying.

Gallus paced the center of the camp grounds all the tents were broken down and packed. His ox was ladened with his things and Everybody was gearing up. The scout he had hit on his way to the village had been found...He was being treated by Lydus. The healer said he would be fine thankfully, but he couldn't be expected to travel yet. If they had not attacked the village maybe they could have salvaged their home or at least not have rushed to leave. They had all that livestock, what could they do with the cattle and the sheep. Herding them over the mountains would be difficult and dangerous.

Gallus looked to his family gathered together. His younger brothers seemed tense and the eldest of his younger brothers had distanced himself from Nestor. Nestor looked ill. Cyex was clinging to their dam like he had when he was a little whelp and Kimon was sitting dazedly at Idas' feet patting at the hardened dirt where their family tent used to be.

Gallus made eye contact with his Da. The sympathy and sorrow there made bile rise in his throat. He jerked his head away. They were against him. Said he had to let Joxer go. Joxer was his and he was Joxer's! How could they expect him to split from his soulmate. Never mind that Joxer didn't seem to want to be with him. Joxer was under the influence of those evil women! That tall brunette espically. She must want Joxer all to herself.

The group decided to start leaving. A small band volunteered to stay behindand look after Lydus and their recovering brother. Gallus refused to go.

"Please, you have to let him go," Idas had begged him. He would not strike his dam, he loved him, but he was so angry. He growled and turned violently away from his dad's hand reaching to comfort him. He had to turn away to stop himself lashing out against his dam. His father would not hesitate to strike even his son down for hurting his lover. How could his father not understand his position?

"I'll stay behind," Gallus finally said, "Stay and make sure, Lydus and Bulis are safe."

"No," Pytheaus started, but Idas put his hand on his husband's shoulder, "Let him stay. He needs more time."

"I let him go before and look what happened," The chief growled.

"Please, father," Gallus gritted his teeth, "I promise I will stay with Lydus and Bulis until they are ready to travel."

Pytheaus's anger slowly faded and he just looked tired. His son was hurting and he knew that, but he was a danger to the tribe and to himself, "You will be watched. Caster is staying...along with Aleuas. If you attempt to leave without them they will restrain you. You are the reason that we have to split the tribe up at all."

"Father!" Gallus shouted, "How could I let them leave my Joxer with those women!"

"That is why we have to leave at all! Did Bulis deserve to be attacked when he was simply following my orders? The men we lost at the village...Aster, Pheronactus, Cycnus thought they were following my order relayed through you. They are dead."

"Joxer is--" Gallus started to defend himself.

"Not your property," HIs father interupted, "He was never meant to be yours! We made an assumption and that man is paying for it now! Pan commanded we let him go, had taken his gift back from us. We must move on. Forget about that man and let him have his peace. Stop arguing with me before I decide to have you bound and carried out of here."

Gallus's eyes were burning with rage but he choked back any retorts. He would play along for the time being.

Joxer lay draped over Auto's chest panting. The water had cooled but neither man really wanted to move. Autolycus groaned and lifted his hand from Joxer's delicous ass. He looked at his pruny fingers, "We beter get out and dry off."

Joxer only whined and nudged his nose into the crook of the other man's neck, "Don't wanna move."

"Gods! Joxer I need a break, but you have to keep pushing me," Auto warned as he felt his cock twitching again. He didn't know if he could get it up so soon, but Joxer was really asking for it. He groaned as Joxer's ass brushed against his cock again as if begging to be fucked. Finally he pushed Joxer up. A few more whines and grumbles and the men were standing in calf deep water. Auto stepped out and slipped just a bit. He steadied himself and helped Joxer out. Joxer started to head to the bed. Auto stopped him wrapping a convienent warm dry cloth around his lover. He dried Joxer. His adorable new lover looked so sexy, all tussled and damp.

"I'm never going to be able to do my job again...I'll be too distracted thinking of that cute bottom," He grabbed Joxer's butt and squeezed it. Joxer squeeked and slipped in the puddle. He cringed waiting to hit the floor only to feel arms around his middle. He was hugged to Auto's strong flexible body. Auto lifted him and he wrapped his legs around the thief's middle.

Autolycus growled in a very sexy way as he carried Joxer back to the bed. Joxer found himself trapped under the larger man, having the breath kissed out of him. Damp skin gliding across damp skin. Bodies rubbing and kissing. Joxer had his legs spread ready to take Auto again. Auto smirked as he felt his dick swell. It was amazing how quickly he was ready to go again. He wasn't complaining. He suspected there was divine influence going on there.

He shook his head and pulled Joxer up, "Want to try something new." He flipped Joxer over, lifted his hips and leaned in. He gave a tenetive lick to Joxer's ass then bit the globe of his cheek. "So beautiful!" Joxer groaned and thrust his dick in the air. He found a hand wrapping around him and a tongue swipping at his entrance.

"Don't! Ahhh! That's dirty," Joxer tried to pull away, but Auto followed his movements, stroking his lover, as he rimmed his stretched out hole. Then the hand was gone and the tongue pulled away. A now familiar blunt pressure thrust into him sliding in with no need of stretching or lube in his cum slicked hole. This time felt so much deeper. The cock inside him able to reach new depths. Autolycus started thrusting fast and hard. His need kept him from holding back. Joxer screamed as his prostate was pounded relentlessly. It was hard and fast and over quickly but no less than satisfying for either man as Joxer sagged under him. Auto pumpled him full then pulled his softening cock out.

"That was amazing," Joxer uttered into the blankets. Auto pressed fully on him and nodded. He kissed Joxer's scarred back.

"How did you get these scars?" Auto asked as he idly traced the pattern.

"My...my father...he was an impatent man and I wasn't his ideal for a son. Not when he had Jett to compare me too...Jayce...well he was with mother all the time so he was safe. Father felt he had to beat me twice as much to make up for the double dissapointment. He liked to lash me, it made the best impression, he said." Joxer's voice sounded thick and hesitant. He didn't like sharing his brutal upbringing with others. Even his friends didn't know the extent he had been mistreated. Up until now nobody had asked about it anyway.

"I want to meet your father," Auto said pausing to kiss the wide pale lines on his lover's back, "I'd like to show him what I can do with a whip." His voice darkened angrily. Joxer shuddered and shook his head.

"Don't, please...he might have you killed," Joxer begged frowning and clenching his fists.

"I'll be alright...you should worry for that bastard you call a father," Auto couldn't let it go. He rubbed Joxer's shoulder comfortingly as he fantasized about stringing the man's father up and holding him there until he apologized to his son. This line of thought was seriously not healthy, but he wanted to pay back anyone who ever hurt his Joxer.

"Fathers should protect their children, not be the ones they need protection from!" Auto pressed his chest flush to Joxer's back and kissed his neck.

"Can we change the subject?" Joxer's voice cracked. He never wanted anyone to know but those scars...who wouldn't ask questions after seeing those...Not his frieneds but a lover would.

Auto saw the tears staining Joxer's cheeks, "Oh Joxer. I'm sorry...Don't cry baby." He leaned down and kissed the back of Joxer's neck.

Joxer sniffed and tried to stop crying but he just couldn't. He felt Auto lift off him and his crying intensified feeling the man distancing himself from him. Auto went to the table and fetched the wine. He came back to the bed where Joxer was hiding his face in shame. He pulled joxer up and sat next to him. Pressing the wine to his lips he said, "Drink this and take some breaths. It'll make you feel better." Joxer huddled next to him and sipped the wine. Auto pulled him over and tucked his head under his chin, "You're going to be ok."

He had no idea how vulnerable his lover was. He would do of his best to build his lover up and make him apriciate himself for the treasure he really was.

"I never imagined I'd be married you know?" He suddenly spoke. Joxer peeked up at him with tears in his eyes, "Even if we are under some spell it doesn't matter. You are mine now. I'm yours now. Forever. I'm going to show you that you are valuable to me and that you shouldn't accept bad treatment from anyone. Reguardless if he's your father he wronged you. You shouldn't feel ashamed, you were a victim. You were a child, weaker than him." Joxer frowned. Auto nudged his head gently with his own, "How could you be expected to defend yourself from someone bigger and stronger than you?" Oh he would be dealing with Joxer's father, eventually. He might have to do it behind Joxer's back but he would be meeting with the man one day. He wondered if Joxer had younger siblings and cringed at the thought of any more children being trapped with such a man.

He held Joxer to him letting him take comfort in silence. Soon soft snores could be heard. Joxer slept cradled in his lover's arms but Auto couldn't find rest while visions of revenge danced in his head.

They lay like that for hours before Auto finally drifted off. He took comfort from the heat of Joxer's body and cuddled him tenderly.

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