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Middle Grounds	By : Sena Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Karakura town. 2 weeks before war.

Shiro was beyond pissed. It's been two weeks since Ichigo started living with that girl, and one since she had opened up to him. She had been doing her best to let Ichigo know her feelings for him, but the stupid boy hadn't taken the hint. And today … was the straw that breaks the camel's back. Inoue was teasing him about some highly suspicious wounds he had all over his body and the kid finally surrendered under her wicked jokes. He gave her so many blushes and babbles that even the most naïve girl could get an idea about what happened in Hueco Mundo. And Inoue was not a naïve girl, so she figured out most of the picture by the time Ichigo was able to run away and crawl under his blanket with a bright crimson blush all over his face.

Despite all his worries, Ichigo was so exhausted that he quickly fell slept, but Inoue couldn't. She was far more worried than she had let him know. She really wanted to help him, but he still refused to let her get close. He looked so troubled today from his hollow's actions that she doubted her reassuring words had reached him at all.

When two hours later she was still fully awake, she moved to the kitchen, trying to calm her restlessness with a honeyed tea. She stubbornly focused on the tea arrangements, forcing her thoughts in the matter at hand and burying her worries as deep in her mind as she could. She was so absent minded that she never heard the soft footsteps walking down the stairs.

"Hi, princess."

Inoue jumped at the eerie voice. She turned to find herself faced with the weirdest version of Ichigo she could have ever imagined. A completely white copy of her friend was standing in the door frame, leaning lazily with his back resting against the wooden framework and his arms crossed on his chest. The wide grin spread on his face sent a chill down her spine as two black and golden eyes pierced through her very soul.

She tried her best not to show her distress. She didn't trust her body; it would probably start shaking the moment she paused, so she kept going on with the tea arrangements, moving around the cabinets and trying desperately not to look back.

"Would you like some tea?" She was almost proud that her voice hadn't shaken too much.

"It would be nice … but a beer will do better."

The creepy tone didn't help the slightest to ease the tension rising in the small kitchen. Inoue moved to get one bottle from the refrigerator and placed it opened on the table, barely managing to avoid Shiro's golden stare.

The hollow didn't miss the fact that she kept as much distance between them as the kitchen allowed, while pretending to look confident. He liked that she didn't seem to fear him enough to just run away screaming but at the same time she was sufficiently careful to keep her distance.

He slowly approached the table, took his beer and moved to her side, leaning his back against the refrigerator and emptying half a bottle in one single swallow. In the meantime, Inoue had her tea ready and couldn't find any excuse to keep wandering around, so she took the steaming cup and finally faced him.

"So, why are you here?" Her voice sounded far calmer than she really was.

"It's about time we met, don't you think?" Shiro smirked widely, glad to see that she was taking it reasonably well. "Since Ichigo is such a pussy, I decided to make a move."

Inoue looked him puzzled. She wasn't sure what he meant, until something flickered in her mind. "He doesn't know you are here, does he?"

Shiro took another long drink before confirming her fears. "Of course not. He's sleeping. He wouldn't let me out."

Inoue's mind was fighting with herself. On one hand, she had wanted to meet him for a while. But on the other, she felt it was like 'treason' to betray Ichigo's recent trust, as he hadn't agreed with this — encounter. "Why not?"

"I told you, he is a fucking craven. He's afraid."

Suddenly, realization washed over her like a warm blanket. Inoue relaxed visibly and took a deep sip of the steaming tea. When she spoke, there was a clear smirk in her face and the hollow noticed the hint. "I see."

Shiro drank again and took a step closer, mildly surprised at her reaction. "Glad to see he was obviously wrong."

Inoue kept her place, muttering to herself. "That stupid …" She stirred her cup and raised her head to look at him again, this time taking her time to stare at him from head to toe. "Can he hear us now?"

"Nope. He's still sleeping. You want me to wake him up?" His eyes were now clearly daring her to take the challenge, which she couldn't bring herself to accept.

"Not really. I guess he can wait a bit longer."

Truth be told, she was surprised at her suddenly found resolve. She had been repeatedly accused of being too trusting, and maybe she was wrong this time. But still … she could feel Ichigo's reiatsu flowing faintly, wrapped by the hollow's dark power. As dim as it was, she couldn't feel any traces of uncertainty or distress in it, so she decided that it was worth a try.

"So, tell me, why are you here?" The words were almost the same as those she had already said a moment ago, but the mood was completely different now.

"I have already told you." Shiro finished the beer and approached her. He stood in front of her, and slowly closed the distance as he placed the empty bottle on the counter behind her back. "I wanted to know you". His voice became thicker and he could see her shivering slightly as the words rolled over her.

He retreated as suddenly as he had come and walked to the refrigerator. "A beer?"

She was about to refuse, looking at the steaming cup already filled in her hands but quickly changed her mind. Adrenaline was running far too high to be calmed with a hot tea, so drowning her blood with alcohol looked suddenly more appealing. She had the sense of foreboding that she would need some courage soon enough; and the beer would bring her at least some boldness. She left the almost untouched tea on the counter next to the empty bottle and stretched one arm as she approached him, hand opened, accepting the offer in a silent gesture.

Shiro opened two bottles and passed one to her, grinning amused as the situation seemed to flow smoothly enough. He dropped down unceremoniously, sitting legs-crossed on the floor and resting his back on the refrigerator. She sighed and followed him to the floor, drawing both knees up to her chest and embracing them with both arms. They just drank in silence for a while, until she stretched on leg and spoke quietly.

"You have been with Ichigo long enough to know me. These last days I have been completely sincere with him. What else would you want to know?"

The hollow chuckled. "Even if it were true, which it isn't, there are some other unspoken issues that I need to know."

She opened her mouth to deny the implied accusation but decided to drop the subject for by now. Instead, she tried to follow him. From her point of view, there were so many unspoken topics about Ichigo's storming life that she had no clue about Shiro's thinking. "Which issues?"

His face became serious for a moment, as he turned his head to look at her. "Me."

"You?" She was expecting some unknown topic or some astonishing revelation, anything but this. "Ichigo told me about you. You are here … Hell, I'm here. What do you need to know?"

"That's precisely the point." He rested his head on the metallic door and let his gaze drift. His voice surprisingly soft. "I will always be here."

"Well, if you are a part of Ichigo's soul, that's pretty obvious." She took a deep sip and stared him. That wasn't the kind of behavior she could have imagined of a hollow. But as he was Ichigo's hollow, she couldn't have expected anything conventional at all. Anyway, Ichigo had told her about him a few days ago, so she couldn't see why it should be bothering her now.

"You should be more concerned about all this, you know?" He let his eyes meet Inoue's.

Shiro's body was almost exactly the same as Ichigo's but his eyes were a world apart. They seemed to look directly into her very soul. She didn't miss the change in them, as they shined brightly again. Those golden irises were almost sparkling over the black sclera. She felt the tension coil in him, his reiatsu far darker than any shinigami she had ever met. It was raw power barely contained under the strong seal.

She swallowed the remains of the beer and tried to ease the mood. "Are you threatening me?" Her words had a playful tone, but her eyes remain sharp.

"I wouldn't dare." He followed her mildly amused.

"Oh. Did I frighten you?"

Shiro chuckled, "Not you."

She perfectly knew where this conversation was going, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to go there. But somehow, she was speaking before her mind agreed to follow that path.

"Why are you afraid of him?" Much to her distress, her voice had clearly a flirtatious edge. She should be blaming the alcohol for that.

Shiro approached her, brushing her cheek with his thumb as his voice barely reached her mind. "Maybe because he is very fond of you."

She trapped his wrist but didn't pull him away. She could hardly suppress the astonishment she felt at his touch, when she noticed that his skin was steel hard. Forcing herself to focus on the matter at hand, she managed to speak again. "And that explains why you are here now?"

He moved suddenly to straddle her, his wrist still in her hands. "No," his voice decreased tenfold to whisper too close to her neck, "You know why I'm here, liar."

She tried to push him away, but his body was pressed firmly between her and the cabinet. His thick voice sent another chill down her spine but this time it was followed by a bright blush on her cheeks.

"I haven't been lying to you." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"You haven't been telling the truth either." His free hand moved to the nape of her neck, holding her close as he spoke. "What I wanted to know was if you will be able to keep your offer in spite of the odds." He moved his thumb over Inoue's lips, who seemed to be speechless.

She took a deep breath and tried to gain some composure before speaking, though the words sounded slightly shaky anyway. "I meant everything I said."

"Even though I'm here?"

Inoue felt his hand softly massaging the back of her neck. Much to her distress, her body was responding to Shiro's teasing and there weren't many things she could do to avoid it. "I thought we were over it. I already knew you would be here when I approached him."

Shiro's eyes darkened and his face became scarily serious again. "And even though, you still love him?"

Inoue's eyes widened. She hadn't expected this. She had always been careful not to let Ichigo suspect anything. She had offered a friendship with benefits, although it might be hard for her, but she had really meant it. She knew he didn't love her back, so she never told him her feelings. And she didn't pretend to do it now. But if Shiro knew …

The hollow could easily read the fear in her eyes although he couldn't decide what was frightening her most. He removed his hands from her body, allowing her some space before asking softly.

"So, will you be able to keep your offer even without expecting any reciprocity from his part?"

"Does he know?"

Shiro grinned as the tension left his body. So, she got terrified at the thought of Ichigo knowing. Then maybe they still had a chance. "No. It's just me. I just wanted to be sure you wouldn't break and tell him anything. He doesn't need more worries on his shoulders right now."

Tension left Inoue's shoulders as fast as it has come. She sighed and let her arms drop to her sides as her body relaxed under him. "I won't crack. I'm stronger than people used to think."

"I know. I just needed to be sure." He pulled back until he was sitting on his heels. "And what about the arrancar?"

Inoue blinked. She understood the real question behind Shiro's words. The answer flowed easy this time, a winning grin shining in her face. "Ichigo can play with Grimmjow as much as he likes. I'm not jealous of an arrancar."

Tilting his head he asked in an amused and cocky tone. "Would you like to put a show for him?"

Inoue's eyes shined with amusement. "You mean, now?"

"Well, if you waited for him to be ready, the war would be over and we wouldn't have even met." He smirked openly and caught her wrists. Without any warning, he stood up dragging her with him. "Subtleties have never worked with him. We must try a more shocking approach."

He dragged the hesitant girl out of the kitchen and threw himself on the couch, yanking Inoue on the top of him. Once the surprise faded, she quickly took the hint and arranged herself to straddle the hollow. When Ichigo woke up, he would be deathly scared if he found Shiro pinning her to the ground, but he would probably be far less afraid and more shocked if Inoue were willingly on top. Or so they hoped.

Shiro made himself comfortable below the girl and looked at her clearly amused. Without a word, he held her waist and grinded his groin shamelessly against her. When she noticed him hardening she smirked back boldly.

"After what Ichigo had tried not to tell me about you and Grimmjow, I thought you were more into guys."

Shiro chuckled and raised one hand to the back of her neck, bringing her close. His lips were almost touching hers when he spoke huskily. "Rather into fucking hot and powerful guys … but I'm not blind to hot chicks, sweetie."

She grinned and placed her hands on his shoulders for support. "Don't call me that." Slowly, she moved to the side of his face and leaned closer to his neck without stopping the slow teasing movements of her hips. "How much do you plan to scare him?"

Her voice was hot against his skin and for a moment he wondered how far she would dare to go—but he decided it wasn't the best idea to test it today. Just a few hours ago he had the fuck of his life with Grimmjow, so it wasn't a good idea to deprive Ichigo of his first time with her.

He released her neck and moved the hand to its former place on her waist, stopping her. "I'm gonna wake him up now. It's been a pleasure, sweetie, we will talk again soon."

She smiled at him frowning. "I told you to not call me that, I hate it."

He only chuckled and winked at her. She watched as the black eyes faded slowly and realized that Ichigo was already aware.

"It's been an interesting night, princess." The eerie voice was also disappearing, and Inoue strangely missed that threatening edge.

"It has, indeed." She brushed one hand over his white cheek and felt the rock hard skin soften as the color came. One second later, Ichigo was there, looking incredibly confused, and blushing furiously as he noticed his more than obvious arousal. She realized he was about to panic and for a moment she feared he would just run away. Without really thinking, she held both his wrists on her waist and ground her body again against him, lowering her head closer until she whispered in his ear. "Relax, everything is fine."

He relaxed slightly but his face was a show of pure distress. "What has he done to you? You aren't hurt, are you?"

She smiled and pulled back to give him some space, speaking softly to ease his worries. "He hadn't done anything. We have just been talking. Stop worrying and just relax."

She moved again, making clear that she was perfectly aware of his arousal. Her voice was pure fire to his heated mind, blurring shamefully his thoughts as the list of reasons he had found to not be in this situation quickly unfocused under the overwhelming sensations and her honey voice. "Just keep moving."

The words extended enough to reach his fading coherent thinking. The implications were as scary as exciting. She had obviously been in this position with Shiro before they reversed bodies, and from the heated state in which he had awakened, they had been playing for quite a while.

Ichigo couldn't bring himself to forget Shiro's betrayal. He was not supposed to take over his body without his agreement, and he was not supposed to meet her, not yet. Inoue was probably trying to reassure him, faking an easiness that was most surely far from real. He wished he were wrong … and it took all his resolve to push her back to ask quietly, "You are afraid, aren't you?"

She bit her lips before answer. She knew that any words she could say would not be enough to ease his mind, as he probably would think she didn't really mean them. So, remembering Shiro's advice, she tried to prove it with actions instead of words. She placed Ichigo's hands back on her waist, and moved one arm to caress Ichigo's cheek. She slowly drifted her hand to Ichigo's neck and played lazily with some orange locks while watched him carefully. When he made no move to stop her, he leaned forward until their noses were barely touching.

Her voice was soft but full of a confidence he wished he could also have. "What should I be afraid of, Ichigo?" The sound of his name coming from her lips didn't help him the slightest to keep his mind clear. Her actions weren't mean to help either. She had moved to his neck, whispering silky words with her lips barely brushing his skin.

"You thought I would be afraid of your hollow?" A tongue ran smoothly along his neck, reaching his ear. "Well, I have already met him. He's a rather interesting guy … And I'm looking forward to seeing him again."

Ichigo couldn't almost register the words as his earlobe was suddenly sucked into that incredibly hot mouth. And her next ones were even more exciting.

"Should I be afraid of your attraction to an arrancar?" He tensed at the question but Inoue didn't release him. She moved to face him, her eyes staring into those deep chocolate eyes that she had dreamt countless times to have, just right there; and smirked slightly at his stunned face. "I thought we had already talked about that. I'm just a human and I've been fucking some shinigami, why should it bother me if you fuck a damn hot arrancar?" She leant closer, her lips brushing his. "We could be dead tomorrow; we shouldn't be wasting the time we have left, Ichigo."

It was all that Ichigo could take. He raised one hand to the back of her neck and pressed forward, crushing their lips together in a demanding kiss. Inoue's desires unlashed as soon as she noticed Ichigo responding eagerly. Her hands were on him, caressing as much skin as she could reach, and moving the black clothes apart where they got in the way.

Ichigo's arousal had silenced his troubled mind, and once his instincts took the lead, he wasted no time in removing her shirt and bra. His eyes were on fire, as was all the rest of his body. When he caressed Inoue's breasts, he felt her nipples hardening immediately in his hands. It was so different than his previous teasing with Grimmjow and yet … he wondered how both situations could be so different and yet so arousing.

The kissing became hungrier and they were soon panting hard. Ichigo felt himself incredibly hot, trapped between the couch and Inoue's gorgeous body. She was still straddling him, but this position became less and less appealing as they were limited to explore their upper bodies. When Ichigo's hand slipped into Inoue's pants, hardly caressing her wet folds, she quickly stood up. Ichigo looked startled for a moment, wondering if he had gone too fast or too far, but his worries vanished when Inoue took his hand and dragged him up to met her. She crushed their lips together in another heated kiss, and was smiling when they broke apart.

"My bed is far more comfortable than this couch, Ichigo."

He loved the way his name rolled from her mouth. Unable to articulate any coherent reply, he let her drag him upstairs. Once in her chamber, she pushed him away from the bed with a wicked smile and moved to the far side of the room.

"I hope you don't mean to crawl into my bed with that many clothes." She crossed her arms on her chest, half covering her breasts and tilted her head teasingly.

The words fanned Ichigo's flames so fast that he could almost feel the blood rushing from his head to his groin. He removed his pants and underwear in record time and raised his head to look at her, now fully naked. He stalked to her side awfully slow, with a wide Cheshire grin in his face.

"I never intended to," he stopped in front of her, his eyes dark with desire, "nor have I planned to let you wear any." He let one finger brush Inoue's belly, and moved it slowly down until it reached the waist of her pants. He unfastened easily the tie and forced them past her hips. Smirking, Inoue moved her body gracefully and let the fabric slip to the floor. She moved a step forward and crushed their fully naked bodies together, Ichigo's rock hard arousal pressing up against her lower belly. Ichigo hissed at the contact and raised both hands to hold her close, one hand buried in her long hair as they kissed again, the other running down her spine to rest on the curve of her back. Inoue's hands were also all over his body, caressing those unnatural strong muscles of his spiritual body.

After a brief battle of kisses, licks, bites and caresses, both bodies fell tangled onto the bed. Ichigo rolled with her until she was pressed on the mattress below him. With a winning grin, he took a moment to stare at her throbbing body before leaning down to take one nipple in his mouth. Inoue moaned loudly and bucked forward, her hands buried in his hair, pushing him forward in a silent prayer to suck harder. Ichigo gladly complied, massaging her breasts with hands and tongue until she was writhing and groaning under him.

Ichigo's caresses moved lower and lower, at a painfully slow pace, until he reached her crotch. He could smell her arousal just before his fingers soaked in her folds. When his lips brushed up the inside of her thighs, she moaned softly. Her hands never left his head, her fingers massaging his hair as his tongue ran over her engorged lips. She bit her lip when Ichigo's fingers pressed deep inside her, stroking her languidly while his tongue flickered on her clit. He kept the rhythm for a while, until she was groaning loudly, the combined massage of his fingers and tongue bringing her close to the edge. The orgasm hit her hard, soaking Ichigo's fingers as she constricted around them. Breathless, she pulled Ichigo's head up and crushed her mouth against his. When the kiss ended, they were both panting and smiling dizzily.

After a moment, Inoue raised to sit up on the bed edge, still trying to regain her breath, when she felt Ichigo's hand brushing softly her back. She turned, smiling, and took her time to enjoy the view. Ichigo was half lying with his weight resting on one elbow. She moved one hand to lightly touch his thigh, moving closer and closer to Ichigo's arousal but never reaching it. Ichigo swallowed a moan and raised his body to meet hers, seating against her back, embracing her with arms and legs and forcing her head to the side for another heated kiss.

When they broke apart, she was grinning playfully.

"Lay down," she commanded.

"Why should I? I want to touch you…," Ichigo tried to tighten the embrace but she quickly detangled from his arms.

"It's my turn to play," she licked her lips and tilted her head with a teasing grin, "unless you do not want a proper blow job."

Ichigo's eyes shined bright as his arousal became almost painful after her words. Without a second thought, he dropped down onto the bed, his legs dangling on the mattress edge. Smirking slightly, she went to her knees in front of him and brushed her tongue along his thigh, approaching awfully slow to his throbbing hardness, her eyes locked on his the whole time. He groaned and let his head fall to the sheet when Inoue's lips finally reached its destination, his hand reaching instinctively for Inoue's head.

She slowly took him as deep as she could, while her hand stroked the skin her tongue didn't reach. She didn't dwell in any sweet foreplay and quickly fell into a rhythm, bobbing her head deeply along his length. After a while, when Ichigo's moans spiked, she moved to lick the sensitive flesh of his balls, his inner thighs and even lower. Ichigo gasped when her tongue caressed his opening, and forced him to his elbows to look incredulously at her. He couldn't believe he was being rimmed. With a wicked smirk, she brought one finger to her lips, and licked it lustfully while stroked him with the other hand. Ichigo closed his eyes in a desperate attempt to gather his scattering thoughts.

"I thought you were going to give me a blow job," he half teased.

"That's precisely what I'm going to do." She stroked him languidly while brushing her wet finger around his sensitive opening.

"That's not exactly what it seems." He hissed when her finger crossed slightly the tight ring of muscles.

"Then you probably have never been given a good one." She lowered to lick him again in the sensitive ring of muscles, this time pressing her tongue harder.

Ichigo's head fell back and moaned loudly. Grinning, Inoue moved to lap along his hard arousal and close her mouth around him, while her finger entered to the second knuckle. She gave him no time to adapt as she started sucking him as deep as she could, stroking with her hand the flesh that didn't fit into her mouth. Her finger continued the massaging on Ichigo's opening, and as soon as she felt him relax, she added another one, deepening the reach. Ichigo's moans grew louder when she found his prostate. She kept the licking, sucking, stroking and massaging, and Ichigo felt completely overwhelmed with the combined sensations. He was groaning unashamedly, his right hand buried in Inoue's head, his left one spreading over the bed. He tried to hold on, but she gave him no chance. As soon as she felt his release approach, she removed the fingers from his body and moved to cup his balls. Ichigo almost cried when he finally shot his release into her mouth.

Smiling, both crawled into the bed exhausted. It had been an awfully long day, and tomorrow there wouldn't be any truce in their busy lives. After kissing languidly for a while, they lay there, tiredly trying to regain their breath. They joked a little and soon drifted to sleep, with the promise of a 'proper fuck' the next day.

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"What's with this look, hollow?" Grimmjow barked.

Shiro was somehow off today. He was not as focused on their training as he used to be, and the arrancar noticed it easily. It's been two days since their incursion to Hueco Mundo, and nothing had happened since then, as far as Grimmjow knew. So, there was apparently no reason for this unsettling behavior and it was unnerving him.

"I thought you liked my eyes, arrancar." Shiro cocky voice easily snapped Grimmjow out of his gloomy mood. Shiro had planned to let Ichigo enjoy his newfound relationship with Inoue and not disturb him for some days, but it was turning into a harder job than he had expected.

Grimmjow snorted. "They piss me off."

"I wouldn't say that the other day." Shiro's grin was as arrogant as his voice.

"Are you challenging me? Your shinigami looked pissed enough."

Ichigo had been avoiding Grimmjow's eyes as much as possible these last two days, and the arrancar had just pretended not to notice it as long as he kept fighting him. It had worked fine so far, but it was becoming annoying if Shiro couldn't even fight properly.

However, the hollow had other concerns. After two days refraining himself from ravishing the arrancar, he decided to finally surrender to the evidence. Today, Ichigo and his morals could burn in hell as far as Shiro was concerned.

Grinning, Shiro made up his mind. "And when not? I can do whatever the fuck I want when I'm here."

When Grimmjow noticed the new resolve in Shiro's eyes, he approached him, stalking slowly to the cocky hollow.

"You did enjoy, didn't you?" Grimmjow's low thick voice hushed up the last possible doubts Shiro could have been keeping.

"Of course I did, asshole." He tilted his head, his grin spreading wider and his voice lowering to match Grimmjow's. "But I'm not in a hurry today."

When they were a few feet apart, Grimmjow raised his sword to pull aside Shiro's jacket with the tip of the blade, slightly scratching the pale skin along the way. The hollow grinned but sharply pushed the zanpakuto aside with his bare hand. He stalked slowly to close the distance between them and when he reached him, he turned to circle around the arrancar with a predatory grin.

"I'm not in that mood today," Shiro whispered on his back.

He raised his left hand to grip Grimmjow's shoulder and embraced him with his other hand, raising Zangetsu to his throat. Grimmjow made no sign to stop him, and the hollow moved his head closer to whisper roughly in the arrancar's ear. "Right now, I was thinking of something different."

Grimmjow's grin turned into a lustful smirk. Paying no attention to the blade threatening his throat, he discarded Pantera to the ground and moved his hand to grab Shiro's ass roughly. The arrancar brought their bodies closer and blatantly ground his ass on the hollow's groin. "And what do you have in mind exactly, hollow?"

Shiro tightened his grip and Zangetsu tore easily the skin on Grimmjow's neck. Bright red rivulets slid down the arrancar's neck from the shallow cut, but he still made no move to remove the blade. Shiro lowered his other hand to grind against the arrancar's groin, noticing him hardening at his next words."I'm gonna tie you up and then, I'm gonna fuck you so rough you will not be able to walk back to Hueco Mundo, arrancar."
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