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starwoman97 · 1 year

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col. quaritch + head under the desk during a meeting~

+special cameo enjoy 🫠

• with the kind of relationship you have, he doesn't anticipate it at all

• mid-way through a rather gruelling meeting, surrounded by his colleagues and some especially important superiors, quaritch was already doing his best to remain engaged, active, and most importantly, professional

• although he very much appreciates play time with his sweetheart, he was still a high ranking colonel with both quotas to fill and a reputation to uphold

• therefore, when he'd caught a brief glimpse of your smaller form hidden under the wide, low metal table, he had initially assumed it to be purely mischief

• maybe you'd intended to scare him, but weren't briefed on the meeting that was to take place; being a lab scientist, compared to quaritch's more hardcore job, the expectations and schedules for you were much more flexible

• or perhaps you'd merely lost track of time, and once you saw the camo-clad giants striding into the smaller glass-windowed room, you had no choice but to squirrel away underneath the table, hoping that no one could spot you hiding there

• of course, you'd most definitely been briefed on the upcoming meeting; considering your most recent escapades, it provided the potential for some solid payback. he wasn't anticipating brattiness, but this only made it so much easier to make use of the opportunity

• the last few weeks had spanned some strict edging with no orgasms whatsoever, and once you broke that rule, he'd had no quarry with spanking your ass, pussy and thighs until you were a great many shades of green and purple; voice hoarse from all the moans and squeals he'd teased out of you

• so, having his spread legs right in front of you was a true sight to see. all this opportunity to push back, play against his rules. in public, as much as he liked to readjust his tightened trousers, or swallow thickly in aims to hide his arousal, you knew he was just as whipped at the lewd sights he'd beheld as you were for him

• "OK. So we've already surveyed both the east and specifically north-eastern borders. The Na'vi continue their counter-attacks, but we're ready for that..." quaritch began, continuing about the weaponry and new targets; soon after ending his summations, only for the next marine to take over

• after the initial points were made, quaritch seemed to settle down into the chair. judging from both prior chats about how much he felt the meetings merely detracted from the energy of the soldiers, paired with his lightly swishing tail, you could tell quaritch was getting bored with the meeting

• slowly inching towards his spread legs, you made sure to bow your head extra low so as to avoid any roaming eyes above the table. luckily, the sheer size of the men's legs had quickly blocked out the majority of light, further obscuring you from view

• knowing quaritch could do virtually nothing to stop it, you went straight to work. palming his soft cock deeply with your open hand, you alternated between massaging and some lighter grasps of his growing erection; using your index and middle finger to squeeze his shaft against your thumb to further coax the tell-tale swell of his length

• of course, he noticed the unexpected touches almost immediately; the only betrayal of anything other than a stern, professional expression being his slightly furrowed eyebrows and lips, pulled into a tight line.

• he'd not had the chance to glance down, but knowing the weeks of sexual torture and teasing he'd put you through, he had few doubts in it being anything other than your eager fingers, brashly fondling him under the table. he'd just not considered that you'd be so unabashed, and was already planning the punishments he'd have waiting for you once the meeting was over

• a small surprised huff had escaped his lips once you began undoing his belt and buckle, lightly pinching the zipper, fully unsheathing his now half-hard cock. taking great care, you earnestly grasped his shaft with your right hand, left cupping his balls, eventually letting all of him hang over his pant button and hem

• quaritch had been doing his utmost to pay attention to the words coming out of the mouths of his colleagues; nodding along, little 'mhmm's slipping out to affirm his thoughts, but the warmth of your soft hands paired with the slight chill of the open air, it only hardened him all the more.

• you'd continued on to leaving wet, slobbering trails from the underside of his swollen balls to the tip of his pulsing cock; eagerly taking breaks to suckle on the rim of his bulbous cockhead, as you coaxed out any slight movements of his hips and thighs

• your lips left warm, open-mouthed kisses along his shaft, using your hands to grope and squeeze what you couldn't fit into your mouth; the almost feverish energy apparent from your swift alternations between sloppy suckles and kisses, to tugging him up and down as you fondled his tightening balls

• with all the excess saliva, the wetness soon began to only accentuate the sounds of your lewd movements; quaritch's ears swivelling and keening to the noises he heard, being unable to stop the graphic images of you on your knees, doe-eyed and mouth doing its best to take him in

• he'd soon made up for the noises through strategic coughing, shuffling and louder approving hums; but what started as subtle gyrating into your mouth had since become more overt upwards bucking, and most definitely caught wainfleet's eyes

• little did either of you know, having been sat facing quaritch meant you were sat almost opposite lyle's outstretched thighs. his ears had been eagerly tuned in to the sweet sounds of your slicked up mouth and small gasps;

• his right hand resting under the table, long blue fingers roughly jerking at his cargo-covered erection. he'd had no real interest in you, but the absence of available and attractive female colleagues meant that the mere noises of real, raw sex only further triggered his hyper-aroused state.

• he just hoped that you'd be too caught up in gagging on the colonel's thick cock to notice the darkened patch of clothing sitting top his length, covered in precum at the though of your lips and tongue; likewise, lyle's ever-widening legs, almost instinctually beckoning you to play with his throbbing blue cock and balls.

• all the while, you'd been doing your best to accommodate quaritch's size; the length was struggle enough, but his sheer girth stretched your mouth and throat to its limits. thankfully the abundance of wetness from your spit, alongside the strings of his sticky juices made taking his cock somewhat easier

• nonetheless, you could tell he was getting close now; his hips grinding into the chair in aims to both escape your ministrations, but also avoid giving away the compromising position you two were in

• as he leaned so far back, you took the chance to swallow as much of his length as you could; knowing that once he sat forward again, he'd be almost hilt-deep inside your soft, slicked up mouth

• nodding your head in time with the pulsing of his shaft, you took extra care to grope and squeeze his balls, scooping up the excess wetness from your cock-filled mouth to smear further down between his legs;

• as you continued on, quaritch's toned blue thighs began tightening and flexing in time with your rhythm; what began as droplets were now sticky lengths of precum, dribbling out from his swollen, pink tip

• his face had since contorted into an almost grimace-like expression; mouth downturned, eyes squinted and cheeks sucked in, doing his best to hide the growing orgasm about to ripple through his body

• having had his eyes fixed to the glasses of water in the middle of the table, hoping to only seem deep in concentration rather than deeply aroused, quaritch dared a glance around the table; soon realising that not just one, but two different colleagues had been clocking him for likely half the meeting at least

• fike was definitely sure something what wrong, because quaritch's normally confident interjects and tuts of disapproval hadn't been heard; much of quaritch's fidgeting had gone over the men's heads, but fike had caught the odd looks that slipped past the colonel's firm expression over the hour.

• likewise, lyle's subtle 'noticing' had since escalated to overtly seeing to himself for almost half an hour - getting quick pumps and palms into his hard, leaky cock as best he could; once quaritch and lyle locked eyes, the gig was up, though

• they'd both been well-acquainted with the expression of badly-masked arousal; it wasn't uncommon to catch a soldier seeing to himself in the showers; but knowing that lyle had been getting off to this, to you, had turned what began as disgust-laden irritation into some form of twisted voyeuristic arousal

• luckily the meeting had come to a natural close soon after quaritch had caught the gazes of both the men; his face turning varying shades of shame as his cock pulsed rapidly in time with his quickened heartbeat, and clenching abdomen

• your soft gags were now deep-throated movements, thick 'glug glug glug's taking away any opportunity for the more expressive moans or squeals in anticipation of his hot, heavy load

• as the men all hummed and murmured in agreement, quaritch's orgasm came over him; pretending to grab his jacket from the table, taking extra time to do so, he bucked hard into your mouth, sticky reams spurting out, covering your tongue, lips and cheeks in his cum

• eyebrows frowning, he placed both palms onto the end of the table, gripping as his knuckles turned a lighter shade of blue. a small "aghk-ugk...eh-hem" being all that signalled his release to his suspecting colleagues.

• quaritch successfully covered up any residual sounds of your thick swallows and deepened breaths with some curt coughs; eventually you zipped up his stained front, slipping further back to the other end of the table, now absent of most of the men

• all standing up, only then could quaritch make out your small triumphant smile, but no later did he catch sight of wainfleet; his almost cocky smirk, heavier breaths and the damp patch covering the middle of his trousers, all the way to his mid-thigh.

• it should have bothered him more than it did, but the prospect of lyle getting off to something he could never have? it seemed to counter any rising anger, replacing it with a more fervent form of possessiveness over you; surely that couldn't hurt

hope you enjoyed lovelies ;P

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starwoman97 · 1 year

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Smexy af

Baby, Let's Make Another One

A sequel to "Baby, I'm yours".

Pairing: Na'vi! Miles Quaritch x Human! Female! Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Fluff and Smut with a dash of Angst, Post- Pregnancy, Age gap, daddy kink, breeding kink, Na'vi/Human sex, alien sex, vaginal fingering, and Linking Na'vi Queue with Human. Yes, you read that correctly because I'm a pervert and I like to find creative ways to write smut.

A/n: I wrote this because one I wanted to write more Na'vi Quaritch x Human Reader stories and two you would not believe the amount of people requesting that I write more or make a sequel.

Dog tags: An army necklace that's worn to be identified in case of death and is similarly shaped like a dog tag.

Nga yawne lu oer: "I love you."

Nga yawne lu oer nìteng: "I love you too."

@marahisthebest @sofysofiasofi @kassada @automaticwizardnerd @fourcefulcupid @anbanananna Enjoy!

Positive. You were positive on your third pregnancy test. You didn't know if it was possible but you were in fact pregnant with Quaritch's child. That could only be the case, he’s the only person you’ve been with for the past year.

Tears of joy brimmed in your eyes when the realization of a child was growing inside you and the fact it was his. You had to tell him, you wanted to tell him right now, but he was at work right now. So you waited until Miles came home, which was late in the evening. For this special occasion, you decided to make his favorite meal for dinner, Gumbo. A meal that takes him back to his hometown.

By the time you finished making dinner, you heard the door open to hear familiar footsteps.

"I'm home." Hearing his southern drawl of a voice again made you jump in excitement. You set the plates down and came to him with open arms. He immediately crouched down to hug you, his tail swinging back and forth.

Within a few seconds the aroma of spices and fresh meat filled his nose. "Is that Gumbo I'm smelling?"

You nodded your head. "Uh, huh."

He titled his head as his ears moved down. "Aw, thank you, baby." He kissed your forehead. "How ya doin’?"

"Good." You smiled but you couldn't hide the excitement bursting inside you. You smiled in a way that lets him know you're happy about something else but he didn't know what. Whatever it is, he was glad to come home and see you bright and happy.

"What's going on?" He smiled softly. "Did something happen?"

You didn't want to delay it any further so you just blurted out.

"..I'm pregnant." You looked at him carefully to see his reaction.

His eyes widened and ears perked up the moment you said 'pregnant'. He stood there frozen, his face deep in thought. He thinks back to the last time he saw Spider, after the battle of the sea dragon. He remembers when he was standing by his Irkan, injured, and reaching his hand out to Spider, hoping that he’ll come back with him to base. But instead Spider gave him a vicious hiss as his goodbye and jumped in the water and swam away. Quaritch was too injured to try and get him back and so he flew back to base on his Ikran.

It was at this moment that Miles knew that he can’t and will never have the father-son relationship he wanted. No matter how hard his memories demanded him to be with Spider, his attempts of reconnecting with his son failed.

And now here he was, at home with you and you telling him you were pregnant with his child. Could this be his chance of having a family again? Could he recreate what was broken? Were you willing to make a life with him?

"..Is this true, baby?" He said in a hoarse tone, like he couldn't believe what he just heard.

You nodded eagerly. "Yes!"

In less of a second, he lifted you up and wrapped his tail around your thigh, careful to not squeeze you. He was the happiest man alive on this planet.

"..Oh, darlin’, thank you." He smiled fondly at you and kissed you as he spoke words of endearment.

"..Thank you."

One year has passed since the birth of your son, Jason. He was born healthy and appeared as a full human baby. No tail or blue skin but he did have his father’s eyes, which was the only unusual thing about him but you didn’t care, you loved him all the same. As long as he was healthy and functioning well, that’s all it mattered to you. You couldn’t say the same for Miles in the beginning.

When Jason was born, Miles was overjoyed but when the baby opened his eyes, his eyes held the same color as his father. Golden orbs with cat-like pupils. They were Na'vi eyes and it did not sit well with Miles. Quaritch being surprised was an understatement. He wasn’t happy, he was displeased. He honestly thought that his human characteristics would be enough to pass his children as fully human. But who was he kidding, he's a 9,5ft blue alien. It’s a miracle (to him) that his child looked mostly human.

You remembered the look he made when he saw his child open his eyes for the first time. He looked like he saw something that was wrong with your baby and it worried you. "What's wrong?" You asked him.

"He's got..” He hesitated but his memories of his past life got the better of him. “He's got those hostile eyes." He frowned.

You your lips pursed. "...Hostile?!" You whispered yelled to not scare the baby. "How could you say that about our son?" You wish you could get out of the bed and smack him but your body was still too exhausted from the labor. "You better think about your next words carefully, Quaritch."

That name. You rarely ever use that name and when you did it struck through Miles and it made him think.

Was he really upset about it? Could it be his memories of hating the Na’vi transcend onto his own son? He felt disgusted with himself with this notion. From that moment, he had a change of heart, and promised to love the child you've created with him.

He says nothing and you took that silence to heart, making the floodgates open. You started crying and this time it wasn't out of the pain you endured to bring your son into this world or the moment you saw your son for the first time, it was because the love of your life, your partner, your husband, didn't accept the baby you've made. And It hurt you.

Miles saw the hurt in your eyes and immediately regretted what he said. He carefully put Jason down on the hospital crib and approached you slowly.

“..Baby, I’m sorry.” You could hear the guilt in his voice and it made you cry even harder. He wrapped his arms around you without crushing you as best as he could. He felt such a dick at the moment.

He took your hands gently into his, rubbing the knuckles of your hands with his thumb. “I was being an asshole and I shouldn’t have said all that bullshit.”

You nodded as you wiped off the tears on your face.“..Okay.”

When he was close enough to your face, you took that opportunity to grab his ears and yank them down hard. You could’ve grabbed his queue but you didn’t want him to hurt that badly so you settled with his ears.

“..Shit-” He winced, fighting the urge to pull you off because he knows he deserves it. “Ow, ow, ow! Okay, I get it, damn it!”

“Serves you right.”

It was the beginning of January, the year was 2173. You were at home in your room, holding your son in your arms. He was fast asleep when you put him back on the crib, watching him sleep peacefully. You hear small footsteps come behind you and you turned around to see Quaritch duck his head under the door.

He pouts as he touches the back of his ears.

He puts his hand on your shoulder. "Is he asleep?" He whispered quietly.

"Yeah," You whispered back. "He sleeps so easily."

He chuckled. "Just like his old man."

You chuckled as well when the both of you left the room, closing the door quietly.

Unexpectedly, Miles lifted you up and carried you to the living room, you didn't even gasp. He's done this enough times for you to get used to it. He just likes picking you up since you're so small in size.

He sits on the couch with you on top of him, all nice and snuggled. It may be the beginning of the new year, but it was still a bit cold and Miles was a natural furnace as always.

You take the remote control and flip through channels until you settle on channel 13, a random animal documentary displaying on the TV screen. You did not expect to see a pair of lions seemingly horny and about to mate but you were curious enough to not switch the channel immediately.

“Lionesses are receptive to mating for three or four days within their reproductive cycle. During this time a male will mate every 20–30 minutes and can mate up to 50 times a day." The camera zooms in on a female lion lying down with a male behind her, positioning himself to mate with her. You see Miles' tail moves in excitement as the two of you watch the two animals begin mating with each other.

"It is known that mating sessions last less than a minute so the male can copulate many times a day."

It's only been a minute since you sat down and watched some TV and already you feel him touch your thighs, letting you know exactly what he's thinking about. You can't help but lean back into his chest to hear him whisper into your ear, smiling against you.

"..Baby, let's make another one," His hands go under your shirt and shorts." I promise I'll last longer than a lion." He grinned at you and you couldn't help but chuckle. “What'd ya say, sweetcakes?" He kisses your ear, biting it gently with his fang.

The way he said that sends waves of arousal to your already wet pussy. Welp, there goes your cervix again.

"That depends." You whispered back. "Are you sure you want me to have a big belly and bigger tits again?"

You know by now that he would say yes but you want him to say it anyway.

He wrapped his tail around your thigh to keep you from going anywhere and without hesitation he said. "Anyday."

"Then come give it to me big daddy." You smirked in anticipation.

You didn't have to say it twice. His hands slip under your shorts and panties, his fingers graze against your lips, wetness coating them instantly. You heard him groan in delight behind you.

"Damn, yer so wet, sweetheart.You really want another one, don'cha?" He dips his large digits inside you, making you curl your toes and cry out in pleasure.

"..Fuck." You whimpered. "..Y-yes."

You hear an amused hum, a low vibration that comes from his throat and spreads to you. He slides his other hand under your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra so he grabbed your breasts and massaged them with ease as he curled his fingers inside you. It is true that his hands are large to hold your breasts but that doesn't stop him from fondling it.

He whispered to you as if you two weren’t alone. "Feels good doesn't it, baby?" He said with a mix of love and lust tinting his voice. It didn’t take long for his fingers to reach your G-spot, making your legs tremble in indescribable pleasure. You moan and squirm but Quaritch is strong enough to hold you down without delaying the pleasure you’re feeling. Once he's gathered enough wetness, he starts rubbing your clit in circular motions.

The pleasure was beginning to become too much that you couldn’t control the volume of your voice. "..Yes, please, please don't stop! Don't-"

"Sh-ssh," He hushed you, pausing his movements to slow you down. "You don't wanna wake the baby, do ya?"

Of course not. It was one of your big hurdles that you and Miles learned to fuck more quietly snice you were a vocal woman and the fact Quaritch reached your cervix every time you guys made love.

He returns back to fingering you and this time you tried to moan quietly as best you could. "Here we go," He cooed softly. "That’s my good girl."

“..Fuck, I’m cumming.” You cried as your hips wiggled.

“Yes, yes, that’s right, babygirl. Keep goin’, cum into my hands.”

And as if on command you came on his fingers. Hot spurts of cum drenched into his hands and you're still shaking from the unstoppable fingering he's doing to you. And as you continue cumming, he praises you, switching between 'good girl' and 'that's my good girl', as if you can't get more aroused. He releases his tail around your thigh.

When your high fell down, you sat up and turned around to face him. “..Let me ride you,” You whispered to him breathlessly.

He takes off his tank top but leaves his dog tag on. “M’kay, baby. Whatever you say.”

“With your queue.”

His brows rose in surprise. “What?”

“I want to try putting your queue, erm, inside me or just rubbing it against it.”

“..Sweetheart,” He sighed. “Y’know this is a Na’vi thing, I dunno if it’ll work the same way with humans, let alone be harmless to ya.”

“..I know but I trust you. I won’t ask again if you say you don’t want to.”

“Fine, we can try it but I’ll be the one who puts it on.”

You smiled at him. “Yes, daddy.” You spread your legs and used your fingers to spread your wet pussy lips, hoping to entice him.

"Who knew you're such a dirty li'l girl." He grabs the end of his braid and holds his queue out, the pink tendrils moving upwards in a continuous motion. You watched him carefully move his queue closer to your wet folds, making you anxious at the sight of it reaching closer to your privates.

As it gets closer, the tips of it touch your outer lips, it does nothing but keep moving as it did before. He brings it up to your clit and this time your body shudders in pleasure at the contact of it. “A-ah!” You moaned. “..M-miles, fuck.”

His ears perked at the tingle he just felt. “You feelin’ good, baby?”

“Yes,” You breathed. “..Put it deeper into me.”

He gave you a silent nod as he brought the tip down to your wet entrance. Within seconds, the soft tendrils latched into your inner walls, instantly making you feel its pulse. The both of you breathe deeply in unison, the sensation of feeling each other’s body for the first time overwhelms you both. You didn’t think it was possible at all but it was. You didn’t need to be an avatar or recom to experience this intimate moment, the ability to feel someone else’s body.

“Oh, my god, Miles...” You close your eyes as you take in this otherworldly sensation.

“Holy shit,” He chuckled in amazement. “Baby, are you feelin' this?”

You nodded. “..Yes, I can feel you.” You touch his large hands as you smile, a brief look of content painted on your face. “I can feel your breathing, your pulse.” A perverted smile surfaced on your face as you felt something more intense and erotic. “And how incredibly hard you are right now.”

“Me too, cupcake.” He chuckled. “I can literally feel yer pussy throbbin’ right now.” He now senses your body's need to be filled.

“You still wanna ride on my dick, huh?” He lays down on his back as his queue stays attached to you. “God, yes.” You crawl over to him and lift yourself as you take his length into your hands and align it carefully to your entrance, lowering yourself slowly.

With how slick and horny you are, his cock slipped inside you easily and did not interfere with the connection between you and his queue.

“..Christ,” He groaned and it was unlike anything you heard of him. “Ho, baby girl.” He can't believe what he was experiencing at the moment. He can feel himself stretching you and how good it feels to you.

It was a spiritual and intimate experience the two of you were sharing together and all the while you looked so sexy while you’re on top.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He muttered to himself.

The tip of it kisses your cervix and you cry out. “Ah, r-right there, Miles.” He grins at the sight of your expression, with the addition of him feeling you stretched to the hilt. "Look at you, desperate to take my cock again. You want to take my cum again, huh, princess?"

You start to bounce, lifting your hips up and down as your tits move in the same motion. "Yes, yes, daddy!"

"Mnn, and be bred again?"

"F-fuck, yes, please. Cum in me," You cried. "Gimme your cum, please!"

"Mnn, you just always know what to say, babygirl. You take me so well, always so snug around me. It's like you were made to be bred by me."

The praises and dirty words made you shiver in arousal. You bent your body over as you buried your head to his chest, his hands gripped your ass while the other was planted firmly on your small back. Miles groaned as he lifted his hips and thrusted deep inside you, his movements making you cling to him tightly.

"Mmm, yes, baby, just like that. Keep it comin’, mama. Daddy’s gonna fill you up nice and good. Soon you're gonna be so full of cum and when you get pregnant, I'll just keep cummin’ inside ya every night."

And before you were about to say something, Miles felt through his queue you were about to cum soon.

"..Fuck, I'm gonna cum, daddy." You cried to his chest, holding on to it as best as you could while your pussy was getting wrecked. The TV remained on but the sounds of groaning and whimpers and the lewd sounds of skin against skin were louder.

"Come on, babygirl, cum for me." You hear him growl, that's when you know his instincts are kicking in. "Cum for daddy." He smacked your ass.

"A-ah, AH, Miles, please!" You chanted his name like he was your savior, switching between ‘daddy’ and ‘Miles’ until you lost the ability to speak.

“That’s right. Cum.” He pounds below you hard as you whimper. “Cum on daddy’s dick..”

And before he said anything else, you felt his cock throb through the queue, hinting he was about to explode and the sensation itself made you want to release yourself.

"Shit, baby, I'm cummin’-" He grunts as his thrusts become brutal. "Daddy’s comin’,M fuck-"

For the first time in months, you came at the same time together. The two of you shudder in heavenly bliss, your pussy clamps around him so tightly as hot cum rushed inside you. You’ve never cried so loudly and you’ve never cummed this much, maybe it had to do with the queue.

He gives out a few last thrusts before he stops and stays inside you. The both of you are out of breath, hugging each other as you let the afterglow of sex take over you too.

When your high faded, you sat up and took his softened dick out of you, a thread of cum spilling out of you.

..You’re so getting pregnant after this. You thought to yourself.

You looked down to see the queue still attached to you. A grin surfaced on your face as an idea popped into your mind.

"Hey, Miles." You grabbed the tuft of hair on his queue and flatten it onto the front of your vulva. "..Look at my hairy pussy." You smirked as you looked at him funny.

His ear drooped down and his lips curled into a smug smirk and before you know it he bursted into laughter. You know he's always had a dirty sense of humor and it was one of the reasons why you two connected with each other, with queue or not.

"Nga yawne lu oer." He says to you in Na'vi.

You’re not fluent in Na’vi but you know enough to understand what he said to you, so you said, “Nga yawne lu oer nìteng.” with a smile.

#na'vi miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #avatar quaritch #na'vi x reader #avatar the way of water edit #best fandom ever #i love this

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