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Having sex with a hot woman and us both being ravaged afterwards but in different ways. She’s lying in bed all naked and sweaty and I’m just a doughy, soft lump digesting in her belly 🫧☠️
#to love is to be changed#and ohhhh to be changed into chyme and tummy fat by a sweet lady pred…#wlw vore#v.ore#v0re#soft vore#post vore#digestion#fatal vore#implied fatal#female pred#female prey#vore kink#minors dni#nom's thoughts#willing prey
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Imagine a pred/prey, where the prey is JUST big enough to make the pred's stomach swell a little and be uncomfortable.
The prey running, and running, and running.
And even then, she still hears the thundering footsteps behind her.
She chances a look behind her. The pred is still following her.
When the orey looks forward, she gasps and skids to a stop. A dead end.
She doesn't have much time to think when she's suddenly picked up. She gasps in shock and immediately starts to thrash in the pred's grip. She's brought up to the giant's face, who... Smiles at her?
"You gave me a run for my money," she murmurs. In a weird way, her voice is soothing.
"But this is the end of the line for you."
Her mouth opens, and then, the prey is lifted up. She squirms and writhes in the grip harder... But to no avail.
Warmth closes around her head, and the pred suckles gently. Soon, though, with just a few gentle swallows, the prey is sucked down into the pred's stomach.
The prey big enough to make the pred's stomach swell just a little, as if she were gravid. The giant's face twists, and she blows out a breath and starts massaging her stomach. Normally, she has smaller prey... But this one is bigger than she's used to. Desperately, the pred massages her stomach, hoping to alleviate her discomfort. As the prey starts to struggle, the pred's stomach lets out some high-pitched, strained gurgles, and the pred lets out a low groan. This one will take a while to process...
#v.ore#tw vore#vore tw#soft vore#fatal vore#digestion#tw fatal vore#implied digestion#unwilling prey#painless digestion#wlw vore#female pred#female prey
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So I'm making a story now.
Blaming @lesbianoms for sorta planting this concept in my brain. This one's made for you, you wonderful human! Enjoy!
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Sweet-Tooth Manor
Pt. 1
(F/F story, semi-NSFW?? Mostly foxy stuff. EVENTUALLY but not here yet: non-fatal vore, painless digestion, reformation)
A brief, shitty synopsis of idea: young femme meets middle-aged rich classy woman, and becomes her, ah, "plaything" at home...of the voracious sort.
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Odette was enamored with this place. The atmosphere, the people, the blooming gardens spread vast and wide across the rolling hillside. It was simply breathtaking.
"You must have a very fine taste." Said a voice from nearby. Odette looked around, finding a tall, elegantly dressed older woman sitting at one of the metal dining tables outside. She sat cross-legged in a deep red dress, a cigarette between her manicured fingers.
"Oh, I don't mean to intrude, dear," she said, "I just had to tell you how much I admire your physique, your style."
"Oh, thank you!" Odette said, "I don't really dress this fancy most of the time, it's just this place is so beautiful, I wanted to look at least a little bit like I'd fit in with it..."
"Oh don't be so modest, honey, you look absolutely ravishing," the older woman said, flicking the butt of her cigarette off into the ashtray. "Come, sit."
Obediently, Odette walked over to sit with the compelling woman. She was even taller close up, more than a head higher even while they were sitting down. And in heels of all things, too! She must've been one hell of an iconic figure in town.
"Forgive me, where are my manners. I haven't even asked your name."
"Odette," She replied, "my name is Odette."
"Oh what a lovely name. Just like-"
"Swan Lake, yes." She finished. The amount of times she'd heard that...
"All the more reason you're such a dazzle, darling. Trust me, I'd kill to be able to pull off that young, naive charm again..."
Odette smiled – a thin, humble-but-not-all-too-convinced-of-herself smile that she'd practiced giving in return to any form of compliment. The woman sitting across from her seemed to frown, noticing her cover.
"I do mean it, you know." She added, with a little smile of her own. The bright red lipstick almost made it appear devious.
'You mean which part?' Odette almost said, as she contemplated her last words. She was stopped in her tracks, however, by the way the older - and impressively tall - woman turned in her seat to look her straight in the eye.
She looked the young woman up and down: long hair tied back in a ribbon, flowery sundress with modest sleeves, and a youthful, springlike aura which seemed to surround her. Yes. She would do quite nicely, she thought. Quite nicely indeed.
"I don't usually ask this of people this soon," she began, "ordinarily, I like to have a drink or two first, let things wander where they ought to before I make any propositions. But you've..." - she made a popping sound with her lips - "...let's just say, you've piqued my interest. I admire your modesty even in your sheer beauty."
"Oh?" Odette asked, curious.
"I can see that whimsical sparkle in your eye. You long to live in this kind of a place, no?"
"it's been my dream for all my life," she said, "this village, the people who inhabit it...I am so deeply connected with it, and it means so much to me."
"So you might be open to this proposal, then, I take it?"
"What proposal?"
The older woman leaned forward on her elbows, twirling the end of her cigarette in her hand. "How would you like to stay here, in the villa, under contract of a...business venture, I'd like to offer to you?"
Odette blinked, her big brown eyes appearing to the mistress like that of a mother doe's in the woods. She was slow to respond, either thinking too many things, or none at all. Finally, she nodded softly. As though the concept was equally intriguing and intimidating.
"I'd love to be able to stay here, yes. But I'm curious...What's this of your business venture?"
"Oh come now, the evening is still so young," the woman said, "we have all night to catch up on these things, back in my quaint little hillside manor."
"Of course, yes," Odette said, smiling more genuinely now. "That sounds quite lovely, I look forward to learning about it."
"I have a feeling you'll be just suited for the job..." The woman said.
"Forgive me, where are my manners." Odette added in, "I still have not even asked your name."
The woman smiled, chuckling softly. "No worries, dear. Most people only ever refer to me as the Mistress. Sometimes theirs, sometimes not. But I like you, especially so. Mmm...I think so, yes. You can call me Edith."
The way the woman smiled, Odette was unsure whether to feel enamored, honored, or slightly unsettled.
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Dont eat ur gf stupid
Aisha tapped her foot in excitement as she drove her old pick up truck down the dusty dirt road. Bubbly pop music blared out of open windows and warm winds whipped her fluffy pink afro around her head. The sun had begun to set, casting the countryside in a hazy golden glow. Aisha looked over her shoulder as the song ended and the ads started, checking if she had everything she needed. Blankets? Check. The last of her closet? Check. Her backpack sat in the passenger seat next to her and the greasy, fragrant smell of lots of cheap Chinese food spilled out of the plastic bags in the back of the car. She had everything. Another ad started, just as the road turned and widened into a circular driveway in front of a well kept blue farmhouse. It stood out against the dusty green grass covering the land around it. Once she parked, Aisha jumped out of the truck, almost leaving her bags in the bed of the truck. She ran up to the porch, fumbling around for her keys in the pockets of her skirt, finally unlocking the door and pushing it open.
"Hey Louise! I'm here!"
Aisha rolled her bag into the living room and sank onto the couch. She heard creaking steps and she looked over at the woman walking downstairs. Aisha hopped up and ran towards Louise, nearly leaping into her arms and wrapping her in a hug, though Aisha could only reach Louise's chest, since she was a good two feet taller than her. Louise looked startled but hugged Aisha back.
"I thought you were coming tomorrow?" Aisha peeled away from the hug to look up at Louise's face.
"I finished packing early! I wanted to move in as soon as I could." She stood on her tip toes and gently guided Louise's face down to meet her own, kissing her softly. "Do you want me to leave and come back tomorrow?" Louise shook her head, avoiding Aisha's gaze as her face flushed pink.
"No… I missed you. So much." Louise scooped Aisha up in her arms, holding her close in a bridal carry. "It's just… I'm, um sick?..." She tucked her face in Aisha's hair, holding her tight, as if she would ever try to leave. Aisha felt her forehead. She was hot. Like really hot.
"It must be bad, are you sure you want me to stay?"
Louise tightened her grip around Aisha's body. "I'll be fine, please just stay here."
"Of course Lou." Aisha kissed her forehead, smiling as she felt Louise's face flush with heat.
Louise straightened, standing to her full height, dwarfing the woman in her arms. Aisha giggled and yelled as Louise rushed her up the stairs.
"Wait wait wait, don't forget the takeout!"
Once upstairs in their bedroom, Aisha had set out the food and turned on the tv, sitting in the middle of the bed. Louise was sitting at the head of the bed. She had just barely let Aisha go, acting as if it might hurt her to have Aisha leave her arms. Louise had started tearing into her food as soon as Aisha was out of biting range, wolfing down her food like a starving predator. She worked her way through her fried rice, lo mein, dumplings and, after some sad looks and a hungry growl from her stomach, the rest of Aisha's pork wraps. Aisha watched her eat it all, wondering how she could still be eating. Eventually she did finish, and immediately tried to grab Aisha to cuddle.
"Please?" Louise pleaded as Aisha gathered the trash off the bed.
"I'm coming back Lou! I just gotta throw this out." She half climbed back onto the bed to give Louise a peck on the cheek.
"Can't you just leave it out in the hall?" Louise looked at her with a begging look in her eyes. "I promise I'll get it later." Aisha sighed and smiled.
"Alright babe." She dropped the greasy bag outside the doorway and plopped down on the bed. "And I assume you want to be big spoon?" Louise nodded. Aisha laid down on the bed, and Louise held her close. She wrapped one arm around Aisha's stomach and the other around her chest and one of her arms, rendering her mostly immobile. "I might take a nap ok Louise?" Aisha looked up to kiss Louise's chin. She didn't respond, only snuggling closer to her. Surrounded by warmth, Aisha began to drift off.
She woke to a heavy, almost painful pressure over her chest. Louise was asleep, breathing in quick, shallow gasps as she tightened her grip on Aisha's arm, hard enough to leave a bruise.
"Hey Lou?"
"Hmm?"
"Can you, uh, loosen up? I think you're about to crush me."
Louise jumped away from Aisha, hands up and eyes scanning for injuries. Her gaze landed on Aisha's arm.
"Shit, sorry I'm so sorry!" She backed away, looking horrified. She had gotten dark circles under her eyes, and her face looked thinner. How could it have done that? Louise had just eaten a meal for three people, how could she look like she was starving?
"Hey, hey Louise," Aisha grabbed Louise's hands and pulled her back to sit on the bed. "I'm alright. You didn't hurt me. But I need you to tell me what's wrong." Louise looked down at her, eyes filling with tears.
"I'm just so hungry Aisha!" Louise choked out. "It hurts and I feel empty and food can't fix it!" Aisha reached towards Louise, climbing onto the bed to wrap Louise in a hug.
"I'm so sorry love. I had no idea. How can I help?" I could go out to get something else for you?"
Louise shook her head.
"Actually, could I just… kiss you? Please?"
Aisha smiled up at Louise. "Of course."
Louise slammed down, crashing her lips into Aisha's, holding her face in both hands. She was voracious, barely stopping to let Aisha breathe. When she did, it was to press kisses all over her face. She lingered over Aisha's neck, and Aisha felt long teeth against her skin. Then Louise looked back at her, and Aisha saw something in her eyes. Something distinctly… inhuman. Louise held Aisha's face tight.
"Close your eyes."
She did. But she peeked.
Louise's jaw had stretched wide, and every one of her dozens of teeth were sharp, especially her canines. Louise had always been big, but now, when she was looming over her with a primal hunger in her eyes, Aisha became very aware of just how small she was. Louise glanced down and their eyes met for a second. Then she began eating.
Louise's clawed hands kept Aisha's arms in place at her side, while she kept Aisha's head stuck in her maw. Aisha screamed and tried to kick away from Louise, but was squeezed into her throat when she swallowed. Louise never stopped swallowing after, gulping Aisha down as if she was the first thing she had eaten in months. She felt more pressure around her shoulders, then on her chest. Aisha felt a sharp pain just below her shoulder blade, then screamed out as it dragged down her back. Aisha thought her vision would go dark. Well, it was already dark. There doesn't tend to be much light inside someone's esophagus. Aisha felt herself slipping down much faster as Louise stood up and tilted her head back. Aisha felt the tight grip of Louise's throat loosen, as her head was pushed into her stomach. Her shoulders and arms followed, and after a few more resounding gulps, Aisha was sealed inside Louise's stomach.
Shifting slimy walls ground at Aisha's body. She was surrounded by darkness and gurgling noises.
"LOUISE LET ME OUT!" Aisha screamed. "LET ME OUT GODDAMNIT!" She kicked one of the walls surrounding her. She heard a groan of pain, somehow coming from everywhere. Aisha kept kicking as best she could with her legs being pressed up to her chest, forcing her into a fetal position. She felt a bit lightheaded. Despite being surrounded by warmth, she was hyper aware of the warmth seeping into her shirt from her cut back. "Please Lou, let me out…"
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Aisha woke up on top of the bed, a torn sheet covering her. She groaned. Her head felt fuzzy. What had happened? Then it hit her.
The spit.
The teeth
The blood.
The hunger.
Her heart beat faster as she began to panic. But that couldn't have happened? People can't just.. swallow each other like that. It was just a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. And-and it was such a bad nightmare, she ripped the sheet while she was asleep! Yeah, that sounds right.
Aisha stretched, reaching her arms toward the ceiling, when a line of pain shot down her back.
"AGH, Shit!" She twisted to touch her back, wincing as the tear along her back burned with fresh pain. So last night did really happen… Louise actually… ate her. "Oh holy shit… holy shiiit" Her girlfriend had eaten her. Swallowed her. Louise wasn't… human. Aisha wasn't sure what she was.
Aisha changed out of her torn, blood stained t-shirt and showered. By the time she had walked downstairs to get some coffee, she had forgotten about Louise. That is, until she saw her sitting at the kitchen table. Louise looked up. She smiled weakly. Aisha noticed that her fangs were on display.
"Um, hi Aisha… sorry about, um, yesterday"
"What the hell happened to you? What… What are you Louise?"
Louise sighed.
"That's a bit of a long story. You might wanna sit down."
#safe vore#halfsize vore#angsty vore#possessive vore#lesbian vore#female pred#female prey#wlw vore#f/f vore#non fatal vore#unwilling prey#unwilling vore#holy shit this took so long
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Ok ok we've all seen a "prey" swallow a would-be predator. We've all seen a plant pred - little shop of horrors was definitely a Thing. But what about an herbivorous pred and sentient plant prey?
Like. I keep thinking about that one HASO post that had the idea that flesh-based lifeforms are the weird things of the universe. That most life is plant-based. So what would happen if a bunny girl or something meets up with a plant girl during a cultural exchange program? Idk I think the only way that they're both leaving that room is if the plant is hanging off the gut of the bunny lady.
Call that a veggie burger lmao
#v0re#nsf/w vore#willing pred#digestion#implied fatal#fatal vore#unwilling prey#half size vore#prey pred#if thats a thing??#plant prey#bunny pred#wlw vore
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something about a beautiful, refined older woman. a gorgeous dress, manicured nails, not a hair out of place. immaculate makeup that emphasizes her mature beauty rather than hiding it. her painted lips parting in a ghastly belch that sends spittle flying. a huge, gurgly and cramping upset stomach that she has to rub through her dress, loud glorps and gurks echoing from within. the poor woman looks pale from the bellyache you've given her. but the new help needs to be reminded that they are expendable, and you were the unfortunate maid to be made an example of
#silly millie speaks#v.ore#v0re#v0r3#soft vore#female pred#digestion vore#gassy pred#nsft wlw#trans nsft#mtf nsft#t4t nsft
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The young duchess cries quietly, halfheartedly struggling in the dragon's claws. Held tight against the belly, she can hear the agonized cries of her soon-to-be-former fiancé through her captor's thick scales.
The dragon raises her head and spits a blood-splattered crown across the room, watching it as it rolls across the cut stone tiles before clattering to the ground. She dips her snout back down and gently licks the tears from the woman's blackened cheek.
You're safe now, my love.
#monster fucker#terato#fantasy nsft#dragon#v0re#v0re blog#vore tw#dragon vore#hard vore#fatal vore#unwilling prey#short story#really shortest story#wlw post#wlw love#tw abuse
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They say love is a survival instinct
But what is it that needs to be saved from,
Who is the beast that will tear you apart?
Is it the sparkling eyes of yours under misty moonlight,
Is it the faint trace of your perfume on my bedsheets?
Because if it were your teeth that were to bury in my arteries,
I'd gladly present to you my neck,
And pray my blood isn't too salty.
#poem#love#wlw#wlw yearning#wlw poem#poetry#cannibalism#cannibalism for the feeling not vore guys pls#pleasedontlovemeback#lesbianpoetry#lgbt#pridemonth
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Tiny princess bubblegum prey = pure perfection.
Source: saw some art of that (I think) somewhere and it's stuck in my head. I don't get thoughts stuck in my head often and this has been floating around my brain for days.
(Also tiny PB and similar prey would make an amazing explanation for "flavored" prey. In her case she'd very literally taste like bubblegum, cause that's what she is.)
((... Does princess bubblegum count as a slimegirl...??))
M/arceline you can’t fool me by going on anon I know it’s you 🙄
#op#vore asks#not these two actually being very cute together now that I’m thinking about it wait a second#i mean… she likes to eat the color pink/red soooo#literally THE wlw vore couple#I’m taking no criticisms on this
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i left for less than 12 hours and you have vore anons while we’re still married? ok.
ITS NOT ME ITS THEM
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Hhhh ohh god fuck~ I’m in love with the concept of wlw long term melty digestion 🥵
Imagine two women who are seeing each other and the more dominant one coaxes her submissive partner into being eaten by her… she’s a bit reluctant, but does have to admit… it gives her a “funny feeling” to imagine, and she always wants to make her girlfriend happy… so she sheepishly agrees…
And after she gets swallowed, maybe she’s whining and protesting a bit… with little kicks to the inside of her gf’s big, swollen belly. The pred lets out a belch and rolls her eyes, giving her gut a teasing pat. Always a drama queen, this one. But the pred knows she’ll be fine, and so she stretches across the bed, ready to sleep off her big meal~
Throughout the night, the pred’s stomach gets louder and the prey’s muffled sounds get softer… quieter… subdued <3… she sounds almost peaceful as she gets churned by the belly of her beloved~
It doesn’t hurt, it’s just a bit of a strange experience. She moans from within the rotund belly and whimpers pitifully as her form is melting and bubbling away. And eventually, at some point in the early morning, the sounds stop all together 💕
The pred hums in her sleep and places a hand over her hard-working gut; it’s all soft and sloshy now. Her tummy lets out a long groan in response to being touched. The middle begins to sag, and there’s a big scchlrp… sssqquelch~ as what’s left of her sweet girlfriend collapses beneath those churning stomach walls. All sludge now~ ☠️🫧
In the morning the pred kneads and rubs a much smaller stomach, getting aroused by the feeling of her prey shifting around and slipping deeper into her guts for even more lengthy digestion <3
“See? I’m so happy you came around, darling~”
ggggrrr…rrRRGGL…….
Of course, when her beloved DOES come back, she’ll have to tease her and cuddle her and tell her what a wonderful evening snack she made… but for now she just enjoys her partner’s eventual dedication to making her all soft❤️🥰
#v.ore#v0re#soft vore#vore writing#wlw vore#vore scenario#vore talk#digestion#unwilling prey#well… kind of#implied reformation#unwilling to willing#vore digestion#f/f vore#pred/prey#reformation vore
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Listen I am a simple woman
Sometimes I just want to see two women fall in love with each other, have a sweet, devoted relationship, but one of them has a secret - she can eat people
And sometimes i just want to see the relationship end well with a loving session of one of them, the pred, consuming her S/O
i am so eepy i woke up early but yeah sapphic vore my beloved
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@st-just, in reference to this post.
Here's my more in-depth review of The Faithless, if you're curious.
The Locked Tomb is something of a special case of queer norm fiction. It took me a while to figure out why I loved tlt so much when I was so cold on all other queer norm fiction, but I do have an answer.
The thing about tlt is that it's queer norm in the sense that queer characters and relationships are utterly unremarkable... but it's also not queer norm because there is no norm. The worldbuilding in tlt is deliberately sparse, such that we have no idea what a normal family or relationship within the Nine Houses even looks like! We know Harrow's parents were married and had her. We know that Magnus and Abigail are married but don't have children. We know that Corona and Ianthe have parents. We know that children can be grown artificially in vats. We know that marriage for political alliance is a concept that Harrow is aware of. And as far as I can remember, that's it! The worldbuilding is a black box, and nothing that we can glimpse in it is strained by unremarkable queerness, which is a very rare thing.
The Locked Tomb also injects other elements that resonate with me as authentically queer. Probably the biggest one is that the characters, in addition to being queer, are horny and weird about it. Like, I know that sounds trite to say, but of all the wlw books I've read, I would say a plurality are pretty chaste, and most of the ones that aren't are fairly tame or understated in the level and type of horniness on display. There's a lot to be said about the overlap between the queer community and the kink community that is way beyond the scope of this post, but without even touching Harrianthe bone sex and Nona's vore thing, one of the first things we learn about Gideon is that she owns porn magazines. It is vanishingly rare for fiction to acknowledge that people have or use pornography, let alone queer characters, let alone in a value neutral way, but a lot of queer people owe some part of their self-discovery to porn, in whatever form. The books are just full of unsanitized, "impure", queer desire, and that's both resonant and uncommon.
The last thing, I think, that makes tlt stand apart from queer norm fiction, is that the queer normalization is localized. In Nona the Ninth, we see life outside the Nine Houses, and it is messy. Pyrrha gets misgendered and stereotyped. Her gender identity is misunderstood and disrespected. The polite fiction of perfect understanding and tolerance of a lot of queer norm settings falls away completely. If you want to take a particularly meta read, you could argue that since the Nine Houses are not an emergent culture but a society designed and created by John, a queer man from our time, that he acted as an author and deliberately enforced queer norm standards on them because if he was going to be God, then god dammit he was gonna have his queer utopia about it.
The locked tomb deals with queerness in its setting in a really novel way that works very well for it specifically, and I really enjoy it. You could argue whether it counts as queer norm or not, because it very much blurs the lines. Something queer about that too, yeah?
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welcome to this pup's blog :3
this is mostly gonna be reblogging posts i enjoy and/or need in my life, but i may post some too !! who knows
this is an NSFW blog. MINORS DNI.
more about me and my blog below the cut !!
about me:
⋆ call me koda !!
⋆ he/it/pup
⋆ 19 ('04)
⋆ transmasc genderfluid
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kinks/interests:
⋆ puppyplay
⋆ hypnosis
⋆ drugging/intox
⋆ overstim
⋆ orgasm control
⋆ primal
⋆ general bdsm
⋆ somno
⋆ breeding
⋆ exhibitionism
⋆ marking
⋆ praise
⋆ degredation/humiliation
⋆ corruption
⋆ free use
⋆ size kink
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getting eaten at the mall and hearing her complain that she's gotta wait to try on clothes until after she digests you because she doesn't know what size she'll be
#silly millie speaks#soft v0re#v0re#digestion vore#same size vore#trans nsft#mtf nsft#t4t nsft#nsft wlw
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