fall in that neighborhood was beautiful. On their path alternating trees of all kinds. Aligned to a meter cord, is stood up confused in a wide branches forming a roof over the street and stroked the front of buildings. Each species acquired a different shade ranging from lime green to umber and gave the landscape a wonderful outfit. Detached flashing to the rhythm of the breeze, the leaves fell like flakes of snow piled up golden and crisp forming a mattress on all streets and sidewalks.
Stephen loved the fall. Looking for a pretext to take a walk and sink into the captivating landscape. Much more than the spring, fall, called the passion. All women were beautiful in autumn and almost no lady whose crossover casual passerby would not wake up a story intimate in his imagination.
no way that girl would go unnoticed. She was thin, small and winding. A light brown hair fell in curls to her shoulders, wearing a light and ethereal that reached his knees and celestial sandals. He was carrying several grocery bags in each hand and the signal of effort in the face.
He stopped, leaned bags on the floor, gently let go, stood up and puffed shoulders relaxed, his eyes occasionally stopped at Stephen, who moved from the front.
-O the girl is too small or too heavy bags, "he said with a smile.
"Never mind," she said almost I'm coming. Besides, are not as heavy as it looks.
So much the better. Cost me less out your name and address, "said Stephen as he lifted the bags off the negative unconvincing young. On the way
named Ursula knew that was thirty-five years, some more than it appeared, perhaps because of his slight build. Also found that the girl was very talkative.
came to an old building and somewhat neglected. She opened the door shield still talking.
"The elevator does not work, we must use the stairs You really do not want to help you with a bag?
"No, it rearmed right, "while the shoulders and straighten your back. The bags were heavier than I thought and effort was bartering sympathy and subtle wit notorious for a few puffs and a sweat drop that was already on the tip of an eyebrow. "They are three stories
" she said, and started down stairs.
was much better to drag down those bumps up, but it was still funny a building with apartments on the third basement level.
They stopped at a brown door. Stephen noticed that the ladder was down. Both entered: she talking him in silence.
From an inner room came a gravelly voice of woman.
- Úrsuli, are you?
"Yes mother, and I got a little help on the road.
left the kitchen a very untidy woman. He had gray hair, greasy and unkempt significantly, and a blouse wearing a robe worn by the aged black clear accumulation of stain on stain. He walked old slippers sandals, bored on the thumbs.
"Oh, boy, how kind. Sit. You must be tired. Sit. Let's see if I have something cool in the refrigerator. Sit, sit.
"I would not bother," said the young man, I really wanted to avoid a commitment to sit in that chair, so rickety and grimy as the baton from the old. But she convinced him with a slight touch on the waist and a broad smile.
"Come on, you have to relax a little. The caress washed
upholstered chair and disciplined their most fearsome springs, and all was well with the furniture, like a champ. The touch was the signal light at the end of the road, the reason for your stay in this pigsty absurd, sunk into the ground and run by a real witch of the Middle Ages. The touch was sure that coming, and they come fast. "The faster you get, the faster you go," he would say, because the action is on the cusp of a inverted parabola carrying left and right approach most exalted and the abysmal lack of interest, like that biology calls the water to the thirsty and then repudiates satiety, right and left of the intake. And she knew it, and because he knew the game was paid, citing in that nod, all the chips and the board. Esteban
sat down and drank a soda with ice while she, who had placed behind him, was massaging the shoulders.
talked a while, but by the third interruption of the mother, Ursula raised glasses and invited him to his room. Was done. Stephen knew that language had so often surmised: la habitación de la dama es la dama, y entrar es entrar.
Por un momento pensó en Marisa, su dulce Marisa. La vio blanca, pura, ingenua, adolescente, dulce, amorosa, lejana, lejana, lejana; escondida tras la neblina de esta urgencia que le calentaba las mejillas y le aceleraba el corazón. Su amor por Marisa no mermaría un ápice con esta y otras aventuras. Y ella no podría sufrir en tanto lo ignorara todo. Así justificado, su abandono a los instintos no tenía inhibición.
Se fugaron por una puerta que daba a un pasillo corto y al final una escalera descendente. Úrsula empezó a bajar mientras Esteban bromeaba con el paralelismo entre el bajo mundo y las bajas pasiones.
—Claro tonto, that's why I took to my room, "said the petite woman, whose intentions were already declared and Stephen revived with greater efficiency than a thousand hours of massage on the shoulders.
continued down the narrow staircase. There were stretches of various lengths followed by a break with 180-degree turn and back down. There was no door at the intermediate level. The air grew moist and difficult to breathe and descended as the temperature decreased appreciably. Down, down and down.
- What kind of building is this? Stephen asked at last.
-I take you to hell because I need a devil, "was the humorous response. And quickly came a door just down the stairs.
entered a low room lit with red and green. The air was a block of granite and had to breathe several times to get a good dose of oxygen. A ceiling fan began to spin with a whimper rhythmic rubbing of metals. There were no windows, of course. An open door led into a dark bathroom and another was closed at the back of the room. Ursula
took his belt and led him to bed. He started to unbutton his pants and now it was using its contents. Stephen was excited and giddy at the same time. Moments later, the girl and crawling naked on the bed.
- Hit! Spanking-claim giving. Stronger. Remember that we are in hell.
But Stephen lost his excitement when intensified the beating and the beating when recovering neglected arousal.
- Vamos! What's wrong? I feel picking his stomach.
came and went in the swing of bizarre claims and incomplete answers to Ursula stood up, grabbed him by the arm and led him toward the back door. "We need appropriate elements
said pretending to think.
opened the door and went into a sort of tunnel finish with plaster thickness where it penetrated a spiral staircase down; downward. It was dimly lit by yellow lamps untidy spat from the wall, hanging from wires and arranged at random intervals, always insufficient. The musty odor oppressed his chest and a mild persistent dizziness made him stagger. Dropped several feet and sank under a small arch, behind a curtain of carnage. Led to a room without defined shapes. The walls seemed to be a rock and dripping with juice, cold and oily. Some small torches illuminated the cavern producing the wild dance of the shadows. From the ceiling hung a rusty chains and thick ropes and soiled. On a comfortable old, a variety of elements were arranged without any order. Leather and metal restraints, whips of various types and other objects whose purpose was terrified to imagine, lay scattered as if they had been used recently. Ursula
grabbed one of the whips, took position on cushions and began to punish the body with force while glaring with provocative looks. Esteban
was plunged into a hypnosis atrophied you all will, seeing the woman leaps and dances and self inflicted between the ghostly shadows of the chains and ropes and shimmering brightness of the liquid that soaked the rock. Just lay there, in a cave a thousand feet below ground in front of a naked woman dancing and writhing Dante as a character committed to go crazy.
With a trace of conscience, Stephen realized that, indeed, that was hell. He wanted to flee. He turned and went to the dumps to the screen for the arcade, was stopped at the foot of the spiral staircase and was stunned to see that there was no longer the stretch coming up, but instead they continued the rough rock wall of the room. He groped the wall trying to verify it was real, looked at his hands, covered with greasy sweat of the stone, stood down the stretch, fell a few steps and peered through the hole that opened after the rail. The spiral staircase had no end, just down and a spiral down to hell, studded with torches messy, piled against the infinite. From the depth of the hole stood a rotting stench cool breeze which tore the skin and viscera. Wagging fell a few steps more in the hope of finding a way out. It was useless. Since there was no air to breathe. He crouched supporting palms against the stairs and lay on the stairs, face up. Between Dreams Ursula could see a green and naked with her legs spread over his face, swaying to the rhythm of choral singing amounting to reverberate from the abyss.
- Do you want to go right now, when the fun begins? He scoffed at the woman but what we gonna do now with that little thing, eh? Tell him to come back. I no longer remember, "laughed out loud and continued. What happens? Are you afraid of staircases? We just want to know how low you can go running after women. Look, "was an inscription on the rock one hundred twenty-seven meters! All brand, eh! With more than fifty meters away and not let anyone back. Esteban
Then he realized that there would be no way out of there. He closed his eyes and wept, wailed and thought of Marisa, and was pure white, and was naive and young and sweet and loving and distant, distant and remote, hidden behind an intense light, living on the edge of the world. What could look into the darkness who had been in possession of so much light? Through tears, swore eternal fidelity, tearfully repented of all its detours, swore by God, he did not believe, and requested a solution please. Offered their chastity to the death, withdrawal vowed unswerving, prayed in the name of all the saints, found that he did not know. She cried and did not know how long, how he no longer had tears, then began to resign. After the ruling is for the sentence. And the charge was well founded, and the sentence was that abyss of steps and torches, or worse, the same hell, it was to see the face of the devil was that unbearable suffocation squeezing the chest for the rest of his days, and then click the dark eternity that extends beyond death, because if hell exists, there is a soul.
The increased volume of songs, as if a multitude of unimaginable creatures from approaching you from the bottom going up the stairs, moving towards its prey.
was enough. The weak will of the boy and could not resist such madness, closed his eyes and his head was slumped unconscious over the apex of a step. Woke
on the street, lying on the bed of leaves, surrounded by curious faces and a low murmur. A white man very pale green shirt gesturing to his face.
- How many fingers do you see?
-Three.
- What's your name?
-Esteban.
- What year is it?
"Two thousand and ten. Esteban
"Well, stay calm. It appears he suffered some kind of poisoning. We will move to a health unit. Now rest. Esteban
unconsciousness again and slept the whole journey by ambulance. He slept and dreamed of hell, and demons with black wolf's head and horns on the forehead and tails that curled like snakes on a red mud, and large, erect members, exalted with jerky movements. Behind a white robe, a woman looked at him defiantly. At the beginning of sleep, she was Ursula, but then when he came floating up and pointed his index could see was the face of Marisa.
It awoke in a hospital ward, surrounded by beds and bodies that are inflated and deflated as seals scattered sunlight. He stared at the place could not think of anything. The beds are lined on two opposite walls, leaving a spacious hall in the center. The opposite wall was actually a series of windows reached to the floor in front of which hung at different heights arranged around American blinds saturated with dust.
A nurse came in a little while. She was brunette and wore a very tight overall below which loomed much clothing.
With eagerness to estimate the temperature, she approached and placed his hand on the boy's forehead, leaving her generous cleavage at the mercy of peeping.
- What happened to me? "Asked the patient.
-A poisoning ... "she said as he stretched to try to read a card that hung at the foot of the bed-uf! with a lot of things What were you doing? Well, never mind. Now rest, "he stroked her cheek with the back of the fingers and continued his tour of the other beds.
A poisoning, of course. The doctor had said the same in the sidewalk. But Where? When? How? Is there something in the soda? Or in the air? Could not be. He had been on that site. The staircase went up really had disappeared when he tried to flee. He had been examined and was fully qualified to stay in hell. The lived reality of the facts left no room for doubt. Esteban
remembered and tried to reassemble a reasonable sequence in his head while still mechanically movements of the nurse who jumped from bed to bed like a hummingbird from flower to flower. The apron was really short and not enough to turn inward after falling from the buttocks.
Also, how had appeared in the street after fainting? Whose hands had carried up the stairs to return to the surface? Not even his mother Ursula seemed capable of such performance.
She reached to open some windows on the front row of beds in the back of the room, revealing golden and perfect legs that seemed to come from one of those pictures from magazines that are edited to remove every last macula. The truth is that
there was, freed of the most horrible nightmare and I could feel how wonderful it is to return to the mortal world after having touched the eternal hell. It was wonderful to breathe. The air was wonderful. And the peace of the ward was like a balm to heal their wounds quickly. And it was wonderful the way the nurse's legs bulged up lost in the mystery beneath the skirt. Marisa
probably would arrive any minute. How now that he loved back, after believing it lost forever. Wanted to see her, stroking her soft hair, finger licking his cheeks, kissing her forehead as a child and hold her and spoil her and feel her near him and finally nearby.
From the bed came across a metallic purr. The girl was adjusting the tilt of the bed and had bent down to turn a lever hard. He stood without having accomplished the task. Her cheeks were red from the effort and apron crumpled by a peak at the height of the tail. He stepped back and sat on the railing at the foot of the bed of Stephen. Caught his breath, got up and tried again, this time with success. Had a word with the patient in that bed. He poured himself a glass of water stood at the window, place one foot on the passenger seat and drank his water as the afternoon sun immeasurable show it to the light, profile, his head back, by transparently all the energy of bare and sinuous silhouette, like a goddess playing with her young and wild beauty, oblivious to the eyes that looked ecstatic.
And still reverberating chants of the abyss, and still choking fumes of hell and still felt the presence of the devil and was still warm feeling of losing Marisa forever and still sounded desperate prayers of repentance and final oath when Stephen as a slave of himself carrying the burden of his animal nature, he felt a calling ancestral warmed his cheeks and her heart beat faster. There, sunk in that hospital bed, dwarfed to nothing, slipped his hands under the blanket, eyes closed inadvertently uttered a deep breath and began to fantasize about the nurse.
no way that girl would go unnoticed. She was thin, small and winding. A light brown hair fell in curls to her shoulders, wearing a light and ethereal that reached his knees and celestial sandals. He was carrying several grocery bags in each hand and the signal of effort in the face.
He stopped, leaned bags on the floor, gently let go, stood up and puffed shoulders relaxed, his eyes occasionally stopped at Stephen, who moved from the front.
-O the girl is too small or too heavy bags, "he said with a smile.
"Never mind," she said almost I'm coming. Besides, are not as heavy as it looks.
So much the better. Cost me less out your name and address, "said Stephen as he lifted the bags off the negative unconvincing young. On the way
named Ursula knew that was thirty-five years, some more than it appeared, perhaps because of his slight build. Also found that the girl was very talkative.
came to an old building and somewhat neglected. She opened the door shield still talking.
"The elevator does not work, we must use the stairs You really do not want to help you with a bag?
"No, it rearmed right, "while the shoulders and straighten your back. The bags were heavier than I thought and effort was bartering sympathy and subtle wit notorious for a few puffs and a sweat drop that was already on the tip of an eyebrow. "They are three stories
" she said, and started down stairs.
was much better to drag down those bumps up, but it was still funny a building with apartments on the third basement level.
They stopped at a brown door. Stephen noticed that the ladder was down. Both entered: she talking him in silence.
From an inner room came a gravelly voice of woman.
- Úrsuli, are you?
"Yes mother, and I got a little help on the road.
left the kitchen a very untidy woman. He had gray hair, greasy and unkempt significantly, and a blouse wearing a robe worn by the aged black clear accumulation of stain on stain. He walked old slippers sandals, bored on the thumbs.
"Oh, boy, how kind. Sit. You must be tired. Sit. Let's see if I have something cool in the refrigerator. Sit, sit.
"I would not bother," said the young man, I really wanted to avoid a commitment to sit in that chair, so rickety and grimy as the baton from the old. But she convinced him with a slight touch on the waist and a broad smile.
"Come on, you have to relax a little. The caress washed
upholstered chair and disciplined their most fearsome springs, and all was well with the furniture, like a champ. The touch was the signal light at the end of the road, the reason for your stay in this pigsty absurd, sunk into the ground and run by a real witch of the Middle Ages. The touch was sure that coming, and they come fast. "The faster you get, the faster you go," he would say, because the action is on the cusp of a inverted parabola carrying left and right approach most exalted and the abysmal lack of interest, like that biology calls the water to the thirsty and then repudiates satiety, right and left of the intake. And she knew it, and because he knew the game was paid, citing in that nod, all the chips and the board. Esteban
sat down and drank a soda with ice while she, who had placed behind him, was massaging the shoulders.
talked a while, but by the third interruption of the mother, Ursula raised glasses and invited him to his room. Was done. Stephen knew that language had so often surmised: la habitación de la dama es la dama, y entrar es entrar.
Por un momento pensó en Marisa, su dulce Marisa. La vio blanca, pura, ingenua, adolescente, dulce, amorosa, lejana, lejana, lejana; escondida tras la neblina de esta urgencia que le calentaba las mejillas y le aceleraba el corazón. Su amor por Marisa no mermaría un ápice con esta y otras aventuras. Y ella no podría sufrir en tanto lo ignorara todo. Así justificado, su abandono a los instintos no tenía inhibición.
Se fugaron por una puerta que daba a un pasillo corto y al final una escalera descendente. Úrsula empezó a bajar mientras Esteban bromeaba con el paralelismo entre el bajo mundo y las bajas pasiones.
—Claro tonto, that's why I took to my room, "said the petite woman, whose intentions were already declared and Stephen revived with greater efficiency than a thousand hours of massage on the shoulders.
continued down the narrow staircase. There were stretches of various lengths followed by a break with 180-degree turn and back down. There was no door at the intermediate level. The air grew moist and difficult to breathe and descended as the temperature decreased appreciably. Down, down and down.
- What kind of building is this? Stephen asked at last.
-I take you to hell because I need a devil, "was the humorous response. And quickly came a door just down the stairs.
entered a low room lit with red and green. The air was a block of granite and had to breathe several times to get a good dose of oxygen. A ceiling fan began to spin with a whimper rhythmic rubbing of metals. There were no windows, of course. An open door led into a dark bathroom and another was closed at the back of the room. Ursula
took his belt and led him to bed. He started to unbutton his pants and now it was using its contents. Stephen was excited and giddy at the same time. Moments later, the girl and crawling naked on the bed.
- Hit! Spanking-claim giving. Stronger. Remember that we are in hell.
But Stephen lost his excitement when intensified the beating and the beating when recovering neglected arousal.
- Vamos! What's wrong? I feel picking his stomach.
came and went in the swing of bizarre claims and incomplete answers to Ursula stood up, grabbed him by the arm and led him toward the back door. "We need appropriate elements
said pretending to think.
opened the door and went into a sort of tunnel finish with plaster thickness where it penetrated a spiral staircase down; downward. It was dimly lit by yellow lamps untidy spat from the wall, hanging from wires and arranged at random intervals, always insufficient. The musty odor oppressed his chest and a mild persistent dizziness made him stagger. Dropped several feet and sank under a small arch, behind a curtain of carnage. Led to a room without defined shapes. The walls seemed to be a rock and dripping with juice, cold and oily. Some small torches illuminated the cavern producing the wild dance of the shadows. From the ceiling hung a rusty chains and thick ropes and soiled. On a comfortable old, a variety of elements were arranged without any order. Leather and metal restraints, whips of various types and other objects whose purpose was terrified to imagine, lay scattered as if they had been used recently. Ursula
grabbed one of the whips, took position on cushions and began to punish the body with force while glaring with provocative looks. Esteban
was plunged into a hypnosis atrophied you all will, seeing the woman leaps and dances and self inflicted between the ghostly shadows of the chains and ropes and shimmering brightness of the liquid that soaked the rock. Just lay there, in a cave a thousand feet below ground in front of a naked woman dancing and writhing Dante as a character committed to go crazy.
With a trace of conscience, Stephen realized that, indeed, that was hell. He wanted to flee. He turned and went to the dumps to the screen for the arcade, was stopped at the foot of the spiral staircase and was stunned to see that there was no longer the stretch coming up, but instead they continued the rough rock wall of the room. He groped the wall trying to verify it was real, looked at his hands, covered with greasy sweat of the stone, stood down the stretch, fell a few steps and peered through the hole that opened after the rail. The spiral staircase had no end, just down and a spiral down to hell, studded with torches messy, piled against the infinite. From the depth of the hole stood a rotting stench cool breeze which tore the skin and viscera. Wagging fell a few steps more in the hope of finding a way out. It was useless. Since there was no air to breathe. He crouched supporting palms against the stairs and lay on the stairs, face up. Between Dreams Ursula could see a green and naked with her legs spread over his face, swaying to the rhythm of choral singing amounting to reverberate from the abyss.
- Do you want to go right now, when the fun begins? He scoffed at the woman but what we gonna do now with that little thing, eh? Tell him to come back. I no longer remember, "laughed out loud and continued. What happens? Are you afraid of staircases? We just want to know how low you can go running after women. Look, "was an inscription on the rock one hundred twenty-seven meters! All brand, eh! With more than fifty meters away and not let anyone back. Esteban
Then he realized that there would be no way out of there. He closed his eyes and wept, wailed and thought of Marisa, and was pure white, and was naive and young and sweet and loving and distant, distant and remote, hidden behind an intense light, living on the edge of the world. What could look into the darkness who had been in possession of so much light? Through tears, swore eternal fidelity, tearfully repented of all its detours, swore by God, he did not believe, and requested a solution please. Offered their chastity to the death, withdrawal vowed unswerving, prayed in the name of all the saints, found that he did not know. She cried and did not know how long, how he no longer had tears, then began to resign. After the ruling is for the sentence. And the charge was well founded, and the sentence was that abyss of steps and torches, or worse, the same hell, it was to see the face of the devil was that unbearable suffocation squeezing the chest for the rest of his days, and then click the dark eternity that extends beyond death, because if hell exists, there is a soul.
The increased volume of songs, as if a multitude of unimaginable creatures from approaching you from the bottom going up the stairs, moving towards its prey.
was enough. The weak will of the boy and could not resist such madness, closed his eyes and his head was slumped unconscious over the apex of a step. Woke
on the street, lying on the bed of leaves, surrounded by curious faces and a low murmur. A white man very pale green shirt gesturing to his face.
- How many fingers do you see?
-Three.
- What's your name?
-Esteban.
- What year is it?
"Two thousand and ten. Esteban
"Well, stay calm. It appears he suffered some kind of poisoning. We will move to a health unit. Now rest. Esteban
unconsciousness again and slept the whole journey by ambulance. He slept and dreamed of hell, and demons with black wolf's head and horns on the forehead and tails that curled like snakes on a red mud, and large, erect members, exalted with jerky movements. Behind a white robe, a woman looked at him defiantly. At the beginning of sleep, she was Ursula, but then when he came floating up and pointed his index could see was the face of Marisa.
It awoke in a hospital ward, surrounded by beds and bodies that are inflated and deflated as seals scattered sunlight. He stared at the place could not think of anything. The beds are lined on two opposite walls, leaving a spacious hall in the center. The opposite wall was actually a series of windows reached to the floor in front of which hung at different heights arranged around American blinds saturated with dust.
A nurse came in a little while. She was brunette and wore a very tight overall below which loomed much clothing.
With eagerness to estimate the temperature, she approached and placed his hand on the boy's forehead, leaving her generous cleavage at the mercy of peeping.
- What happened to me? "Asked the patient.
-A poisoning ... "she said as he stretched to try to read a card that hung at the foot of the bed-uf! with a lot of things What were you doing? Well, never mind. Now rest, "he stroked her cheek with the back of the fingers and continued his tour of the other beds.
A poisoning, of course. The doctor had said the same in the sidewalk. But Where? When? How? Is there something in the soda? Or in the air? Could not be. He had been on that site. The staircase went up really had disappeared when he tried to flee. He had been examined and was fully qualified to stay in hell. The lived reality of the facts left no room for doubt. Esteban
remembered and tried to reassemble a reasonable sequence in his head while still mechanically movements of the nurse who jumped from bed to bed like a hummingbird from flower to flower. The apron was really short and not enough to turn inward after falling from the buttocks.
Also, how had appeared in the street after fainting? Whose hands had carried up the stairs to return to the surface? Not even his mother Ursula seemed capable of such performance.
She reached to open some windows on the front row of beds in the back of the room, revealing golden and perfect legs that seemed to come from one of those pictures from magazines that are edited to remove every last macula. The truth is that
there was, freed of the most horrible nightmare and I could feel how wonderful it is to return to the mortal world after having touched the eternal hell. It was wonderful to breathe. The air was wonderful. And the peace of the ward was like a balm to heal their wounds quickly. And it was wonderful the way the nurse's legs bulged up lost in the mystery beneath the skirt. Marisa
probably would arrive any minute. How now that he loved back, after believing it lost forever. Wanted to see her, stroking her soft hair, finger licking his cheeks, kissing her forehead as a child and hold her and spoil her and feel her near him and finally nearby.
From the bed came across a metallic purr. The girl was adjusting the tilt of the bed and had bent down to turn a lever hard. He stood without having accomplished the task. Her cheeks were red from the effort and apron crumpled by a peak at the height of the tail. He stepped back and sat on the railing at the foot of the bed of Stephen. Caught his breath, got up and tried again, this time with success. Had a word with the patient in that bed. He poured himself a glass of water stood at the window, place one foot on the passenger seat and drank his water as the afternoon sun immeasurable show it to the light, profile, his head back, by transparently all the energy of bare and sinuous silhouette, like a goddess playing with her young and wild beauty, oblivious to the eyes that looked ecstatic.
And still reverberating chants of the abyss, and still choking fumes of hell and still felt the presence of the devil and was still warm feeling of losing Marisa forever and still sounded desperate prayers of repentance and final oath when Stephen as a slave of himself carrying the burden of his animal nature, he felt a calling ancestral warmed his cheeks and her heart beat faster. There, sunk in that hospital bed, dwarfed to nothing, slipped his hands under the blanket, eyes closed inadvertently uttered a deep breath and began to fantasize about the nurse.
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