Satiated [Teacher/Student, age gap, sexual tension] | Part Three

A full week had passed since Ariel had seen Nick. Since the day he’d asked her to stay after, she had been skipping his class, leaving school early instead of attending her math lesson. Something extremely unlike the straight A student, but, she figured, it was also unlike her to let men old enough to be her father touch her pussy. Actually, it was unlike her to let anyone touch her pussy. She’d only ever fantasized about having sex, and she’d be lying if she said she’d never fantasized specifically about Mr. Kennedy’s cock. She’d recently started watching porn, sneaking onto the sites when she was alone in her room. She’d turn the volume down completely and peruse through PornHub.

And she wondered, now more than ever, if his cock looked like the ones she watched on her phone. Like the ones she touched herself to at night, trying to keep herself quiet so she wasn’t caught by her parents. He hadn’t let her see it, though he’d seen her bare pussy and touched it with his fingers. Every time she recalled the sight, remembered the feeling, her panties were soaked all over again. Since that afternoon, she’d been fingering herself nightly, trying to do it like Mr. Kennedy had, but she couldn’t figure out how to make herself feel the way he did.

Ariel couldn’t even fathom how much trouble she’d be in if her parents caught her touching herself. They were devout Christians and although she’d secretly given up the concept of God a long time ago, she knew they hadn’t — and she knew they wouldn’t react kindly to the news that their teenage daughter was rubbing her pussy at night. It helped her fall asleep, she justified it mentally. And she needed her sleep if she was going to get good grades.

Well, she needed to go to class too if she was going to get good grades… She was just too nervous to see him. Every time she thought about Mr. Kennedy, her stomach would erupt with butterflies and her cheeks would crimson, no matter where she was or what she was doing. Her mother had even commented how happy she’d seemed all week. She blamed it on the changing of the weather, which wasn’t a far cry considering she *did* love the Fall. At least that was safer than loving her teacher’s fingers thrusting in and out of her. But she did, she did love that, and she desperately wanted him to do it again… but she didn’t dare see him. Not yet, she wasn’t sure how she’d be able to keep her hands off of him after that. She felt ravenous now, and that embarrassed her. She wished she wasn’t so goddamn horny all the time, because now she couldn’t even do her homework for other classes. All she could think about was Mr. Kennedy. How his blue eyes reminded her of the ocean, and how his smile cut into his cheeks when a slacker student answered a question correctly. How his brownish blonde hair was always just a little messy, kind of tousled. And how he was always scruffy but somehow still put together… Mr. Kennedy sometimes shaved and came in with a little stubble, but Ariel thought he was sexiest when his beard was grown out more. It made her pussy throb to remember the scratch of it on her thighs while he licked her. And how good he looked in a suit. How good he looked even when he was really tired. How good he looked when he was… hard. She had to close her eyes and bite her lip to keep from moaning every time she thought about it.

She’d *felt* it. She’d *felt* it rubbing on her pussy and it was so much better than she’d ever imagined. It was so *thick*, and *hard*. She didn’t know penises could even get that hard. She didn’t know they could get that big either. In a way she was almost thankful he hadn’t tried to put it in her because she wasn’t sure if it would fit. Sometimes she had trouble fitting more than one of her own fingers inside of her. His cock was so much bigger than her finger… Ariel was intimidated by it, almost scared of it. She’d heard that when you lose your virginity, you bleed. She knew she’d be mortified if that happened, like having her period on him. He’d probably think she was disgusting. So maybe that was the real reason she was avoiding him, because she wanted to fuck him so badly but didn’t want him to think she was gross. And what if she was bad at it? What if she let him put it inside of her and he didn’t like the way it felt?

These thoughts had been her own personal plague for an entire week, until she was called down to the Guidance office and confronted about missing her math class. She bashfully admitted to skipping the hour and was given three detentions for it, a warning that if she did it again she’d be suspended, and told to have her mother sign the acknowledgement slip when she got home. Now her anxiety was through the roof. Not only did she have to see Mr. Kennedy again and try to control herself, she had to explain to her mom why she had been playing hooky all week.

When 2PM rolled around, she gathered herself mentally before walking to the H-wing for Calculus II. She was holding her textbook to her chest, like a security blanket. Head down, she watched her feet as she walked into his class, the last one to arrive. Instead of taking her usual seat upfront, she slipped into one in the back — which was a gamble in itself. Ariel could either be close to him while he taught, or close to him while he sat on his computer.

She could do this, she coached herself. Still, though, she hadn’t glanced his way. Not until she had to. Not until she’d already opened her textbook, notebook, filled her pencil with more lead… There was nothing left to do. Inhale deeply. She already felt the blush blooming on her face, her stupid open-book of a face. Finally, she looked up.

And there he was, back turned away from her — a familiar site. Tall, rugged, with his broad shoulders sturdy. Her eyes watched his biceps as he wrote on the board. He was so muscular… so much *burlier* than she was. She felt like she could melt into the ground right then and there. Her eyelids involuntarily drooped to hood her glazed eyes and she sweared she’d never be able to stop staring at him. And then — he turned around. She perked up suddenly, catching her lower lip between her teeth and diverting her gaze for just a moment before tentatively glancing back up. He was looking right at her. He looked surprised, and then his expression softened and he smiled — an unbearably sexy, knowing smirk.

“Ariel,” he acknowledged. God she loved the sound of his voice. Hearing her name in that deep husky tone made her head spin, her stomach flip. “Welcome back.” Oh God. Her pussy was so hot already, her lower back arching involuntarily. Ariel felt her swollen mound leave the surface of the hard seat, and when it touched it again the pressure felt incredible. Slowly, measured… so nobody noticed. *Stop*, she told herself — and instead she heard Mr. Kennedy saying it again, in her head, as he choked her. She was trying to control her breathing again, push the memory from the forefront of her mind. The way he’d slapped her face made her want to arch her pussy up for him and let him ruin her. Let him work it open with his cock. Let him take her. Let him own her.

She knew she should feel guilty right now, but all she could feel was how unbearable it was not to rub herself. She felt helpless and tortured by the sight of him.

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He’d already begun addressing the class as he normally did, talking through the equation and asking for participation. She couldn’t hear what he was saying over the sound of her own mind buzzing. How was he so collected? Somehow that made him even more irresistible to Ariel… here she was, a fool for him. And he was stoic. No one would ever suspect what he’d done to her last week.

This was the longest lesson of her life, and she hadn’t taken a single note. Actually, she hadn’t heard a word he’d said. Not after she’d noticed the swelling in his pants. She knew now that it got so much bigger than that. He must have been controlling himself as best as he could.

When the bell finally rang, she let out a deep sigh of relief. The sooner she could get away from him, she sooner she could touch her pussy to the thought of him. She was standing up to leave when she heard her name in that same gruff tone.

“Ariel, can I speak with you? Before you leave, please.”

She was tempted to avoid his gaze and tell him no, but the last time she didn’t listen that didn’t go so well for her. Remembering how aggressive he was, how he picked her up by the throat got her pussy throbbing again.

“Yes, Mr. Kennedy?” she was suddenly shy again, nervousness bubbling up within her. Somehow this only intensified how turned on she was. Excited. She was excited.

“You didn’t come in all week,” he commented. She wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Ariel?” he asked cautiously, then paused and she finally looked up at him, unsure of what to say. But she didn’t have to say anything, because he continued. He was rubbing his neck, he almost looked… guilty. “Ariel… I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

At first she was dumbfounded, her eyebrows lifting and her lips falling open slightly. “What?” she answered dumbly, and then, “What? No. You didn’t hurt me… You actually… I liked it. What you did. I, uhm,” she paused, trying to suppress her forthcoming smile. “I liked it a lot.”

Mr. Kennedy seemed relieved and he smiled down at her now, and she noticed he was making no attempts to hide the mass protruding from his pants, long and stiff. “I thought you might.” They gazed into each others’ eyes for a moment. “Did you study?” He said it so casually, as if his cock wasn’t so hard she felt the uncontrollable urge to touch it.

“I didn’t,” she answered. It was the truth. She hadn’t even looked at her math textbook in a week. She swallowed as he pushed away from his desk, took a step towards her. But she didn’t move. She only peered up at him, holding his gaze with hers.

His hand tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I like the way it makes your face look, when your hair is like this,” it was said absentmindedly but it caused a smile to cut wide into her cheeks. She tried to look down, away from him but he took her small chin with his fingers and lifted it, lifted her eyes back to his. Then his palm migrated to her rosy cheek, thumb rubbing gently around her high cheekbone. “I told you to study.” Her eyes widened a bit, heart fluttering heavily in her chest. Ariel swallowed again. He was disappointed in her. She could hear it in his tone.

“I… I’m sorry,” she murmured, her heart sinking.

But he wasn’t angry like she imagined he was going to be. Instead, he chuckled huskily, knowingly. “You’re going to be,” he mumbled before making his way back to his desk. He sat in his desk chair and leaned back with his feet planted wide on the ground. He was making room for his cock, she realized. Her heart thudded faster in her chest, she swallowed again. “Get over here,” he commanded, matter-of-factly. And like an obedient puppy she obeyed. She dropped her bag where she was standing and walked over to him, silently, waiting for his next instruction. She was so nervous her whole body felt hot, standing this close to him again her skin felt electrified, like she was on fire. “On your knees.” But before she could even move, he had his hand wound into her hair, pulling her down. She was sitting on her calves now, still looking up to him for directions. She’d never done this before, if she knew what he was about to ask her to do… she needed him to teach her. Or — she just remembered! She’d watched the way the girls did it in her favorite pornos. Now she felt even more nervous, and she knew he could sense that because the next thing he did was hold her face affectionately. “Calm down,” he reassured, laughing softly. His eyes brightened. “Do you want to see it?”

The teenager stared up at him for a few moments, trying to feel more at ease because she did. She wanted to see it so badly. Licking her lips in debate, she nodded before she’d fully consciously decided. And then he was unbuckling his belt.

“I want to hear you say it.”

Her eyes closed. The way he was so demanding with her… her panties were getting dangerously wet, she could feel the damp fabric with the heels of her feet now. “I want to see it, Mr. Kennedy.”

When she open her eyes again, her mouth watered. She didn’t realize it but she was staring at it in awe. His cock was still in his boxers, but it was unrestrained now. It stood straight up, stiff, tenting the fabric. She was biting her lip so firmly now, she was nearly breaking the skin.

Mr. Kennedy reached for her wrist. It was so small in his hand, and once he’d guided her hand to his hard cock, placed it around the rigid staff, she realized how small her hand was compared to his cock. The feeling of it under her fingers did something to her that she’d never felt before… some strange explosion of pleasure in the pit of her stomach. She felt her pussy lips swell up and get hot against her heels, so she sat into them more. The pressure of her heel wedging between her folds made her moan, quietly. She knew how angry he’d get if she was loud… but maybe that’s what she wanted. Maybe she needed to feel his hands around her throat again. Her eyes were hooded again, and she was looking at his erection lovingly. She swallowed again, but this time she didn’t feel nervous. She swallowed drool before it could drip off her lips. She wanted to suck on it… but… she wasn’t sure if she should just…

He caught her wrist before she could move her hand. “No.” She nodded, a little ashamed. And he wrapped his hand around hers, tightly, gripping his cock as she guessed he would when he touched it himself. He guided her hand up and down, showing her how to pump it. “Very good,” he whispered and she felt a smile tug on her lips. He helped her for a few more moments before letting her go at it alone. She focused on trying to keep her small hand tight around it as it grew. She didn’t know it could get even thicker than it already was, but now she was understanding that the harder she tugged on it, the hornier he was getting. It excited her, to know she was causing him as much pleasure as he’d caused her last week. And she was doing a good job. Somehow, she felt it getting harder beneath her palm. Now it felt so stiff, it was almost like there was resistance against her grip. She felt his cock start throbbing through his boxers. It’d thickened even more than it had when she’d first touched it. Her daze was interrupted by him asking her another question.

“Do you want to taste it?” How was he still so calm? She felt wired, and his cock was rock hard in her hand, but still he spoke so collected.

“Yes, sir,” she chimed, unable to hide her excitement now. She was about to see it… the first time she’d ever seen a cock in real life, and already it was *hard*. For her! He was so hard for her, she almost felt embarrassed. She wasn’t used to attention, especially not like this. She was making him horny… she was doing that to him. Her eyes darted to his again, excitedly, waiting. He smiled back at her like he was amused and her shoulders dipped. “Please?” she begged, slight inflection in her voice. She was impatient.

“Hey,” he reprimanded, slapping her face firmly. “Lose the attitude–” Before she could defend herself, he was tugging down his boxers. “–And suck my cock.” Mr. Kennedy’s member sprang free, swinging heavily with the momentum of how rigid it was now. Ariel felt her skin get hot again, and her head felt like it was buzzing. She didn’t realize she was panting, her lips agape now. She couldn’t stop staring at it. It looked so… sore. Inflamed with lust. His cock was massive, and fully solid. She was shocked to see how vulgarly raw it was… thick veins bulged out of it, and it looked unyielding, ready to ram into her mouth. Her pussy was thumping horribly on her heel. “Did you hear me?” he was aggressive now, and before she could say anything he was grabbing her by the throat. He drove her head down, parting her cushioned lips with the head of his cock before she was ready to take it. It plowed through her mouth and down into her throat, throbbing hotly on her tongue. She moaned against it, tears escaping her eyes. His cock completely blocked her airway. Her throat was involuntarily contracting around it, she was trying to gasp with it choking her. Saliva flooded out around it as he pulled back and she was able to gasp in one breath before he thrusted it back into her throat. Her eyes squinted closed urgently. He hadn’t loosened his hold on her neck. No, he was tightening it. She couldn’t breathe — her hands grasped at his wrist and he tightened his hold on her even more. Her mind started to get foggy, and she felt her throat relax. *Oh.* He was shoving it in and out of her throat, only now it was going even deeper than before. She just had to trust him. He made her dizzy, he made it easier.

She’d never tasted something so mouthwatering. The smell of his cock heavy in her nostrils, fuming into her head. With every thrust, he leaked more precum onto her tongue, rubbing it into her tastebuds. He tasted musky, dense and… manly. The sound of his cock sloshing in and out of her mouth was all too much… her head felt light, like little fireworks were going off in her brain. She didn’t realize her pussy was dripping on the floor. She didn’t even realize how painfully swollen it’d gotten. She could only focus on catching small breaths when he allowed them. Her face was beet red underneath her browned skin. And when he finally withdrew completely, she gasped wildly on its exit. Spit was running out of her mouth, hanging off her face in little webs that were connected to his slobbered dick. She looked up at him with wide eyes but didn’t have any time to react when he slapped her face again, over and over. “You like the way that tastes?” Mr. Kennedy prompted violently. She couldn’t answer him. He’d taken his cock and was slapping it against her cheekbone, hitting her face with heavy, wet thuds. “Answer me,” he demanded, choking her harder.

She was able to nod against the resistance of his grip, mouth still open but silent. Mr. Kennedy released Ariel’s throat and leaned back, studying her. “Now, when I tell you to suck my cock, *you suck my cock*. Do you understand that?” Ariel nodded eagerly in response, repositioning herself to bring her head back down to his erection. She lay her head on his thigh, looking expectantly at him. Now, calmly: “Put it in your mouth.” He stopped her by the throat before she could descend down on it. “You’re not allowed to breathe.” He paused, letting go of her throat again to grab his cock and offer it to her. “Start sucking.”

Ariel was confident now. She slobbered down on the head, sucking gently with her tongue rubbing on the underside. He grunted and she inhaled deeply through her button nose before taking him completely down her throat. She tried to resist everything in her telling her to pull away, to choose air over Mr. Kennedy’s cock, and pushed it further in. Ariel was gagging around it, trying desperately to keep her composure as she inhaled it deep into her airway. She now made no sound, struggling against the bobs she was forcing herself to shift up and down into. She tapped desperately on his thighs, silently begging him to give her permission to breathe again. His only response was a coo. “Shh, you’ve got this,” a breathy, guttural encouragement. And he was right, she felt her mind fogging again, and without the oxygen her muscles relaxed some. She was nodding on his cock now, slurping and choking at will. She felt him pinch her nose shut and a jolt of excitement ripped through her. She wanted to gag on it now. It tasted so appetizing, she didn’t want to stop. All she could taste and smell was his arousal, pungent and entrancing.

She was moaning softly at the taste when suddenly Mr. Kennedy tensed up, but not in a good way. He firmly pulled her by the arm to tuck her underneath his desk. She heard the sound of the door thudding closed. Fuck! They hadn’t locked the door!

He didn’t let her have the moment to worry about it. Before the guest intruded, he grabbed her face and smacked it quietly, whispering barely audible: “Keep going.”

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Nick felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the door open off to the right of him. *Oh no.* They hadn’t locked the door. He acted impulsively, tugging her completely under the cover of his desk. But her mouth had popped off of his shaft, right when it was starting to feel infuriatingly good. He grabbed her face and for what felt like the thousandth time tonight, his palm collided with her cheek. This time gently. “Keep going,” barely above a whisper. He felt her mouth envelop him again, and as he adjusted in his seat to pretend he was working on his computer, he pushed it further in. She was silent, but sucking hard. His jaw tensed.

“Hello, Nick,” a vibrant voice echoed as his colleague turned the corner and entered his field of vision. Her bright smile showed him she had no idea, and then he scanned the room quickly for evidence he might have forgotten about. *Shit*. Ariel’s bag.

Keep it cool. “Hey, Amanda,” he responded in a measured tone. Sporting an equally as jovial smile. “What can I help you with?” Ariel’s tongue grazed his balls. His eyes could have rolled back in his head. He blinked hard, vision blurred for a moment.

“You alright?” Amanda asked, noticing his abnormal squint.

“Oh, yeah,” he chuckled. “Contacts are dry. What’s up?” His whole bodies was tense. His cock was slipping in and out of her mouth now, thumping heavily.

“Oh, I’m sorry to bother you. I was just wondering if you had a copy of the new charting system notice. I lost the email — or, I guess I deleted it!” Amanda laughed. Nick laughed with her. He wanted her to shut the fuck up. “Anyway, I was on my way out and thought I’d see if you maybe had the email still? Oh! I think one of your students left her bag.”

“Oh, didn’t even notice. Uh, yeah. Somewhere around here, I’m sure.” He was struggling now. He was really, really struggling now. Involuntarily bounding his pelvis, carefully, forward. He pulled open his laptop, trying to type the keywords into the Outlook search, but his fingers wouldn’t do what he needed them to. He was fumbling, typing out wrong letters and jumbling the words. Two more tries until he finally got it right. Ariel pulled one of his balls into her mouth, she was suckling softly. Goosebumps ripped up his arms. “Ah, yep. Right here. I’ll print it out to the library, so–” he faked a cough to hide the way his abdomen flexed suddenly, “–sorry, so you can grab it on your way out. Anything else I can help with?”

“Thanks so much, Nick!” Amanda exclaimed, batting her eyes at him. “No…” she trailed off, her finger trailing down the edge of his desk. “Nope, I think that’s it…” He knew she wanted to say more but he couldn’t entertain this conversation anymore. His hands were folded in a near fist in front of him. He felt that familiar clench deep inside of him. *Please*, he begged mentally. *Please leave.* “Alright! I’ll be on my way. I’ll see you around, Nick. Maybe we can catch lunch after work tomorrow? There’s this new taco place down the road, really quick drive.”

“Sure!” he nearly groaned, again faking another cough. “Sorry. My allergies have been acting up. Yeah. Tacos tomorrow.” *Get out.*

“Okay! Sounds like a plan. I’ll catch you tomorrow.” She was turning the corner, heading towards the door. It was safe. Nick collapsed back into his chair, eyes tipping back into his head as he exploded in Ariel’s mouth. His cock was deep inside of her throat when he released, pumping cum laboriously through her lips. His face scrunched with a painful expression, and he grabbed hers affectionately now, watching his student swallow what she could. The rest was dribbling out of the corners of her lips, trailing down her face and dripping onto her tits.

“Oh, and Nick!”

He almost cursed. Amanda was peaking her head around the corner. He leaned forward to rest his forearms on the desk again, hiding the teenager beneath it. “Yep?” Fake smile.

“Thank you again. Can’t tell you how much of a help this was!” The woman tilted her head as she grinned genuinely for him.

“Yep. No problem.”

Finally, Amanda was gone.

He waited for the slam of the door and then immediately sunk back into his chair. His cock slid from Ariel’s lips and he looked down at her apologetically, before a rumbling laugh left him. “Ah. Fuck.” He muttered through it, rubbing the side of his face. His heart was still pounding. He wiped a drop of cum from her chin and swiped it back into her mouth with his thumb. She sucked tenderly on it. “You did good.”

Ariel climbed out from underneath his desk and sat down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck to hug him. He was almost shocked at the affection. Nick truthfully hadn’t been embraced in months. He pulled her into him with one arm and she kissed his cheek. Then she simpered. “*You* did good. I was so worried.”

A warm smile tugged on his own lips, pulling them into something inviting. “Don’t. I know how to control myself.” His hand grabbed her ass, squeezing tightly. “You, on the other hand, missy–” he smacked it generously. “I’m gonna have to teach you. I charge 30 bucks an hour. The math lessons are covered.”

Ariel giggled, her own face erupting with that beautiful grin he was growing to love looking at. “That’s a lot, don’t you think?”

He moved to kiss her neck and she tilted her head to allow it. “Not at all,” he leaned back, fingers trailing up and down her spine absentmindedly. “You got a job?”

She looked to and fro, mischievously. “Mmm, no?”

“No?” he feigned shock, slapped her ass again. “How old are you?”

“Seventeen.”

“You need a job,” he argued playfully before grabbing her by the throat again and kissing her deeply. “How you gonna pay my mortgage?”

She giggled again, face bright as she shifted into a straddle ontop of him. He grabbed her ass with both hands, driving her into a grind on his cock, which was now growing again. He could feel her perky little nipples rubbing up and down his chest. His large hand wound into her hair and gripped it tightly, yanked her head back. She laughed, purposefully rubbing her little mound on his hardening bulge. “Mr. Kennedy!”

“You can call me Nick, you know,” he answered, rolling his eyes playfully. “Your pussy’s really fucking wet, Ariel.”

“That’s because you forgot about me.” She was grinding his cock heavier through her lips, arms still hanging loosely around his neck. “But that’s okay. You’re the boss here.”

“That’s right.” His hand collided with her ass again, slapping it loudly. She jumped in his lap at the impact. “Make sure you come to class next time. I told you you’d be sorry.” Now he stood up, and her legs wound around his waist. He stepped forward so that she would be sitting on his desk, and when he stepped away she swung her feet off the edge.

“Do I have to leave?” Ariel was chewing her lip.

“Do you want to?” He mused, pulling his cock back into his boxers and zipping up.

She giggled, voice light. “What about your… wife?”

Nick froze.

“You’re wearing a ring. You’re married aren’t you?”

“I am.”

“So what about her? Will she be mad if you don’t go home right away?”

“She will be.” He paused, debating whether he should share. His fingers ran through his hair. “She’ll be angry regardless.”

“Oh.”

It was silent for a moment and he walked to scoop up her backpack.

“I don’t want to leave yet,” she objected.

He gave her a look, gesturing towards her thighs. “You’re not excited to go home and finish the job?”

“I’ll touch myself tonight.”

He didn’t expect her to say that. It elicited a groan out of him. “You’re killing me.”

She grinned wide, her perfect white teeth in beautiful contrast to her brown skin. “Wrong. I’m returning the favor.”

“You don’t get to do that.”

“Says who?”

“Ohoho,” he chuckled, moving back between her legs. “You’re playing with fire, gorgeous. When did you get so daring?” In truth, he thought it was sexy seeing this side of her. He brought her out of her shell. She was fiery.

Ariel bit down on her lip with no effort to hide her flattered smile. “You think I’m gorgeous?”

“‘S that all you hung onto?” He shook his head, pulling away once more to tap on the backpack he’d set down next to her. “I do. I have since the start of class. You have to go.”

“Can I stay after class again tomorrow?” she asked, reluctantly looping her arms through the straps and hopping off his desk.

“We’ll see. I have to get tacos now, remember?” He mussed up her hair and then joked, “Go. Scram.”

“Fine…” she scoffed.

“Drop the attitude.”

“I’m sorry, *dad*.”

“Get outta here,” he laughed and she made her way towards the door. “I’m not your dad,” he called after her. “You can call me daddy though.” The door closed with a thud.

Nick dragged his fingers through his hair again before sitting back down and opening up his cellphone to text Sarah. She’d already called him twelve times. ***Sorry I’m running late. Got held up in traffic. Heading home now.***

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