The Blizzard – MF(30+) Snowbound in cabin Vanilla, Oral, Vaginal, [OC]

#The Blizzard

I couldn’t believe HR required us to do this, but not as much when I found out the company signed off on this. I mean I’ve been on teamwork building retreats, but I never heard any company force their employees do *this*. It would be one thing if it included the entire section, but only two people? What went from a questionable decision changed into a nightmare when HR matched me up with Audrey Jennings, one of my subordinates. I mean, were they serious? Snowshoeing in the backcountry, in the middle of winter, with no guide?  What kind of sick, sadistic, asshole in HR thought *this* was a good idea?

“I’m freezing.” Audrey yelled against the howling wind. “Do you even know where the fuck we’re going?” Wind blew so strong it made it difficult to communicate, while the driving snow reduced visibility to less than three meters. 

I came to a stop and looked back at her. “If you believe you can do better, you’re welcome to the job.”

“I can’t believe you don’t have a GPS thingie.”

“First, they’re called GPS navigators, not ‘thingies’.” Second, GPS navigators require batteries, which have an uncanny habit of dying at the worst possible moment. Also, the cold causes batteries to perform below their optimum capabilities. And, if you haven’t been keeping up with current events, we happen to be in the middle of a blizzard under whiteout conditions.”

“You don’t have to be so sarcastic, David. I’m well aware of the weather conditions. I don’t understand why we didn’t set up the tent.”

I wanted to facepalm. “Because, by the time the weather went from decent to horrible, the wind was already blowing in excess of 56 KPH.”

“Why can’t you just use regular measurements like everyone else? She said, exasperated. 

“Because every other country uses the Metric system while we are one of a tiny handful still using the English system. Besides, the math is a hell of a lot easier under the Metric system.

“Anyway, as I tried to explain, the wind gusts meant setting up the tent before it went flying off to join Dorothy was impossible.”

“Who’s Dorothy?”

I looked at her dumbfounded. “Never mind,” I said before some wisecrack could come out.

“So, do you know where we’re going?”

“If I did my calculations right, and provided we haven’t meandered from the route I plotted, we should be heading back to the trailhead.”

“And if not?”

“Then we’re up shit’s creek without a paddle.”

“Oh, great. So you’re saying we may be lost?”

“What I’m saying is, without any identifiable landmarks, I can’t say with absolute certainty where we are.”

“Great, wonderful. I thought you said you knew how to use a map and compass.”

“I do, but because I knew the weather was getting bad, and I rushed to find three landmarks so I could triangulate our location. Therefore, the azimuths may or may not be as precise as I would like.”

“You lost me at the word ‘weather’.”

“It means …… Never mind. There’s no time to explain it.” I could tell she never took her SUV down a dirt road, much less did anything close to being outdoors.

“So, we’re lost.”

“For the moment, yes, but as soon as the weather clears and I can see the horizon again, I can calculate our location.”

“God, even when you admit we’re lost you still have to be smug about it.”

“Do you know how to use a map and compass?”

“Well, no.”

“Do you know how to triangulate your location?”

“No.” She snapped. 

“Then quit blaming the person who does and is trying his best given the lousy conditions.” I checked my watch. “Shit, only two hours before the sun goes down.”

“What do you mean?”

“It means, if we don’t find natural shelter, we’re fucked.”

“You don’t have to be so blunt about it.”

“Sorry, but that’s just the way it is. Now come on. We’ve got a long way to go and the clock is against us.” I continued to lead, following the compass heading which should guide us back to the trailhead. 

After hours of seeing nothing but the whiteness of blowing snow, eyes were starting to burn. I knew we had to find shelter and fast. Audrey had stopped her complaining. With the wind blowing so loudly, I had to look back and check on her.  I could tell from her posture she became exhausted to the point of collapse. 

“Audrey!” I yelled towards her. “Don’t give up on me now. I ain’t got the strength to carry your body all the way back to the trailhead.”

She waved her arm before falling to her knees. I trudged through the thick, heavy snow back to her. “Damn it, Audrey, I know you’ve got more in you.”

“Just leave me be. I’ll be fine.”

“Like Hell I’ll let you be. Now get on your feet.”

“I can’t.”

“Bullshit! I’m letting you give up and die out here. Now get back up and move your goddamn feet.”

“You’re a real bastard, you know?”

“If it keeps you alive, I’ll wear it as a badge of honor.”

“You would.” She said, finally getting up. 

“Now move like you’ve got a purpose.” She lifted her leg and planted the snowshoe in front of her. Then another. “Go, now quit quitting.” I slogged beside her rather than in front. I wasn’t about to let her die on me.

We kept going, taking an occasional rest. I looked back at Audrey’s backpack noting every mistake she committed putting it on. No point in telling her now. I attempted to explain back at the trailhead, but she told me to mind my own business. If we managed to survive this ordeal, I’d tell her everything she did wrong. 

The sun was starting to go down, and it started to get dark. *Oh, fuck.* I thought to myself. *We’re screwed.* I noticed something in the distance. At first, I believed it to be the effect of snow blindness, but as we slowly progressed, it started to become more distinguishable. At first, I had problems making it out, but soon it became clearer. It was a cabin. *Fortune favors the foolish.*

I pulled Audrey in the direction of the cabin. Her shivering made it hard for her to stand. While we stood in front of the cabin, Audrey lifted her arm, pointing to the building. She couldn’t speak. “Yes,” I said, “it’s a cabin.” Audrey’s body started to heave. I could hear her crying. 

I opened the door and helped her inside. The cabin was small, only one room. Dust covered everything in sight. A Franklin stove stood opposite the door. A bed with what appeared to have been a mattress at one time nestled in the. The near corner held shelves, probably for food. The left wall had a small desk under the window and a couple of chairs. An old oil lantern hung from a post in the center. In all, it gave the appearance of a B rated horror movie. 

Audrey’s shaking became more violent. I had to  backpack and set her on one of the chairs. I opened her backpack. *Christ.* I reacted, seeing the first item in the main compartment: a sleeping bag. I shook my head and pulled it out of the pack. I removed it from its stuff rack and laid it out on the floor. I noted she had a mummy style bag with a right-hand zipper. I had a similar one, but with a left-hand zipper. 

I looked at Audrey, who had stopped shaking; her lips appeared blue; her breathing became slow and shallow; and she was unconscious. Worried, I undid her parka. Her clothes were soaked with sweat *Shit.* I zipped the two bags together. I stripped Audrey of her clothing, grabbed a towel out of my pack to dry her off, and eased her in the bag. I stripped my clothes off and climbed in as well. I put my wool hat on her head to help warm her up. This whole time I mentally kicked myself for not paying attention to all the times she said she was cold.

I rolled Audrey on her side facing from me and wrapped my arms around her, pressing my body against hers. Her skin felt ice cold. At some point, I fell asleep. 

“Where am I? Jesus Christ! Get off of me!”

I snapped awake. “Is that any way to thank the person who saved your life?”

“What the fuck are you taking about?”

“You were succumbing to hyperthermia. I did what I had to do to keep you alive. If I hadn’t, you’d be dead by now.”

“Where the fuck are my clothes?”

“They were wet, so I had to remove them and dry you off before I put you in the sleeping bag.”

“And where the Hell are your clothes?”

“Over there.” I said, waving my hand. “I removed them to help warm you up.”

“Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

“Believe me, it wasn’t that exciting.”

“What do you mean?”

I shook my head in desperation. “My only concern was keeping you alive. Trust me, I got no pleasure of it.” I got out of the sleeping bag to get dressed. 

“Oh, Jesus. Don’t you have any sense of modesty?” I shook my head and got dressed. “So where are we?”

“Looks like an old hunting cabin.”

She looked around. “Oh, thank God. A fireplace.”

“Actually, it’s a Franklin stove and there’s no firewood.”

“What?”

“There’s no firewood for a fire. I believed I was pretty clear.”

“So how are we going to keep warm?” I looked her square in the eye, then at the sleeping bags. 

“You’re joking.”

“I wish.”

“What do you mean?”

“Trust me, you don’t want an answer.”

“Tell me!” She growled. 

“Ever since I got promoted over you, you’ve done nothing but bitch and moan.”

“That promotion should have been mine. I’ve got seniority over you. It’s so typical. The woman with seniority gets screwed over for promotion by a man.”

“Believe it or not, it had nothing to do with you being a woman and me being a man. It’s because I generated more business than anybody in our section. I brought it four times the business revenue you did for eight straight quarters. I know, because since I became manager for our section, I’m privy to the personal files.”

“But I…..”

“And you weren’t always like that. You were the top salesperson in our section. You were earmarked to be promoted. Only problem, I got hired. As I kept making sales, I got more accounts. You, on the other hand, became too complacent. Then you started to complain about how I received all the prime accounts while your performance declined. And you wonder why I got promoted ahead of you? I agree, *you* should have gotten the promotion, but I had no choice. And believe me, it’s more tedious than you might think.”

“You, you believe I should have been promoted?” She seemed stunned. 

“Yeah, shocking, right? Only you stuck to the old model of doing business and refused to adapt against a younger, hungrier co-worker. Then there is your constant complaining. You kept blaming everyone else when you should have been making sales. It’s it any wonder no one likes you?”

“That’s not true. They’re my friends. They’re always so nice to me.” Her voice cracked as she fought from crying. 

“Are they *really* your friends, or are they only being nice so they don’t get on your bad side.”

“You’re lying! I don’t believe you!” Her voice became more mournful.

“When was the last time they invited you for drinks after work on Fridays?”

“They never ask you to come along.” She started to become crestfallen.

“It’s because I’m their manager, their boss. I need to keep a professional distance from them to prevent favoritism. Besides, all the middle managers get together for their own weekly wind down.”

“Why do you have to be so cruel?”

“I’m only telling you the truth, and the truth can be a cruel bitch.”

Audrey now openly cried.

“Do you know *why* we’re the only one on this ‘team building exercise’? It’s because of the friction between us. Look, I’ve got nothing against you personally, but as a professional, I find your behavior, your attitude, and your general disposition to be abhorrent. It generates a negative atmosphere which affects morale, breeds resentment, and makes people avoid working with you.”

She cried even harder now. “I’m not a b…b…bad person.” She murmured.

“No, you’re not a bad person.” My voice softened. “You simply have a bad attitude. I wanted to tell you about it, and to help you, but you always blew me off, so I stopped trying.”

She started to wail. “I….I….I….” She sniveled. 

I sat on the floor, cross-legged. “Audrey, believe it or not, I always stood on your side, until you turned into a vindictive shrew towards me.” 

“R….r…..really?”

“Yes.”

Audrey stopped crying and hung her head in shame. “I never knew. I just never knew.”

“Probably because you only saw what you wanted to see.” I lifted her chin with a finger so she could look at me, brushed the stray hair out of her face, and gave a small smile. I handed her the towel I used earlier. “Now wipe your eyes while I hang up your clothes to dry.”

“With what?”

“I’ve got some paracord in my backpack.”

“You seem to have everything in there.”

“Nah, only the most useful items I need.”

“This doesn’t seem like your first time, either.”

“Hiking and backpacking, no, it’s not. Backpacking in the winter, never did it until today.”

“So that’s why you’re so prepared. For a moment I pictured you as a boy scout.”

“I may be a lot of things, but a boy scout isn’t one of them.”

“So, how did you become so knowledgeable about the outdoors?”

“My family and I used to go to national parks where we went camping, hiking, birding. I also grew up surrounded by forests. It was like a backyard, playground, and school all in one. I learned to fish in a river not far from our house. Caught trout, salmon, steelhead, and we would have that for dinner.”

“Speaking of dinner, I’m starving. You wouldn’t happen to have a steak and potatoes packed in there.”

“No, but I do have a few rations. They may look less than appetizing, but they’ll keep you fed.” I reached in and pulled out two MREs. I dug out my cookware, my folding stove, and a fuel bottle.”

“Wait! Don’t tell me this whole time you had a flare gun and you didn’t use it?”

“Why? With the whiteout, no one would have been able to see it anyways, plus it would waste of a good flare.”

“How many flares do you have?”

“Only three, so I have to employ them judicially. Now, if you will relax, I’ll cook the two of us something to eat.” A half hour later, we were eating. 

“I’m sorry, David.” Audrey said in a quiet voice. “I know I’ve been a raging bitch to you, and everyone else, ever since you got promoted. I hope you can forgive me.” She sounded like she was about to cry again.

“Stop beating yourself over this. You only need to  change your attitude. By the by, even though I’m required to report insubordinate behavior, I never reported you to upper management.”

“Really? You did that? Why? You had every right to.”

“Because I recognize a hard worker and potential when I see it, and I had high expectations for you. And I still do. I can’t afford to lose you.”

Audrey buried her face in her hands, trying to hide her tears. I wanted to hold her to comfort her, but I feared the possible ramifications. Instead, I handed her my bandana. “Here, use this.” She accepted it and dabbed her eyes. 

I looked at her body from head to toe. Her long, honey blonde hair looked disheveled, in need of brushing. She looked up at me with her bright, electric blue eyes. Her heart-shaped lips gave her a natural pout. Her skin had a warm beige glow, soft and smooth. She stood 165 cm and weighed approximately 43 kg.

“Audrey, do you have a hair brush with you?”

“You’re seriously asking a woman if she has a hair brush with her?” She said with a slight laugh. “Of course I do.”

“Let me borrow it and I’ll brush your hair.”

“You would do that for me?” I nodded my head. 

She rummaged in her backpack and produced a brush and a comb. “Here you go.” She sat in front of me, her back towards.

I held the comb and untangled her hair, gathering it behind her head. Satisfied her hair no longer had any tangles, I brushed it with great care and attention. Her hair reached the center of her back. As I brushed her hair, Audrey relaxed and hummed with contentment. “Do you have any hair bands?” She reached into her pack and pulled a couple out, handing them to me. I gathered the hair together and parted them into three groups, and braided her hair. 

“Be sure to make them nice and tight.” Following her input, I braided the length of her hair, tying it off with a hair band, making sure to wrap it tight. “Thank you, David. It’s been a long time since someone brushed my hair for me.” I gave her the comb and brush back.” She returned the items to her pack, and looked back at me over her shoulder. “You know, you’re really quite handsome, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” I stood up to stretch my legs. I I strode over to the window and looked outside at the absolute darkness. The snow pelted the outside of the cabin, and the wind howled like a banshee. *We were damn lucky to stumble into this cabin. We probably would have frozen to death by now. Not that this is much better, but at least we’re out of the wind.*

“David, may I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No, but I did have one before I started working for the company.”

“She broke up with me. When I told her I landed this job, she got upset. She had her own job and wanted me to stay there. I told her it was a good position, paid well, and came with benefits. She said if I really loved her, I would get a job nearby. I told her it went beyond whether or not I loved her, but what best suited my career plan, and I resented her ultimatum. She got pissed and told me we were through. She marched out of the door, and out of my life.”

“Any regrets?”

“Only one: dating someone who emotionally blackmailed me. What about you? Is there someone in your life?”

“There used to be, but he left me for another woman. Some bimbo who worked as an amateur model hoping to make it big. The only thing big about her was her tits.” She said, looking sorrowfully at her small breasts. “Fucking men.” She uttered under her breath. “Oops, sorry. I didn’t mean you, David.”

“It’s okay. It’s understandable.”

I heard Audrey stand up and stepped up behind me. “David, may I ask you something else?”

I pivoted in place to look at her. “Of course.”

“Do…..do you find me pretty?” She said in a quiet, tearful, earnest voice. 

I looked at her. “Audrey, I consider you to be indescribably beautiful.”

“Really? Honest?” She looked up with tears in her eyes. 

“I wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true.”

“Oh, thank you.” She said before burying her face in my chest and wrapping her arms around me.

Without a second thought, I hugged her in return. She hugged me tighter. I rested my face against the top of her head. I found myself stroking her back as she started to weep. I suprised myself for being attracted to her. 

She looked into my eyes. “David, will you make love to me, please? Make me feel wanted and loved, and held closely. I know I’m asking a lot of you, but……”

I pressed my lips against hers. She responded by returning the kiss in kind. I pulled away a little to look into her eyes. 

“Oh, David, this means so much to…..”

I kissed her again. Now wasn’t the time for words. I held her against me with my hand between her shoulder blades while the other held her at the small of the back. She wrapped her arms around me, one hand holding the back of my head, and the other under my arm and stroking my upper back. 

I licked and sucked her earlobe, causing her to moan loudly. I moved down to the side of her neck, kissing my way to her throat. She rolled her head back, giving me full access to her neck. “Oh, God, David.” She said in a low, husky voice.

Our body heat increased along with our passion. I unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her skin. I eased her shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I slid my fingers under the front of her bra, unclasped it, and eased the straps off her shoulders, exposing her AA-Cup breasts. I studied them for a few moments. “They’re perfect, Audrey.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that?” In response, I leaned over, circling my tongue around her areola before flicking her nipple, causing it to become hard and erect. I clenched the nipple between my teeth, allowing it to pop out. “Oh, David, you’re making me so wet. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

My left hand stroked Audrey’s skin from her soft, small mounds, down her stomach, and to the waist of her pants. My fingers undid the button of the waistband and slid the zipper down. I caressed her smooth bald pubic area before I cupped her, hot, wet twat. Her body shuddered as I rubbed her lower lips with my fingers. I slipped one finger between the labia, causing her to moan my name. 

“Oh, David. It feels so good. Keep going.” After my finger became slick with her juices, I eased it into her hole. I wagged my digit before inserting a second. I hooked them against the fleshy ridges of her G-spot and massaged it. “David, I hunger for you. I yearn to feel you inside me. I need you to make me feel like a woman again.”

I continued to finger bang her twat, teasing her clitoris, grazing the very tip. “Oh, God. David! Right there. You’re making me so wet right now.” She screamed, her body shaking harder now. Her juices coated my hand. Her fingers unbuttoned my shirt. She pushed it down my arms as far as it could go. Her arms slipped under mine, holding my shoulders as her nails dug into my flesh.

The world around us disappeared as our lust overcame us. Nothing else existed. Time stopped. We could have been standing in the middle of Times Square in the middle of the day like this, and we wouldn’t have cared. The only thing that mattered were the two of us, intertwined in one another. We were in our own, private universe. 

Audrey dropped to her knees, looking up at me. “I’m dying to show you how much you mean to me.” She said, taking off my pants and boxers. She gripped my 23 cm dick in her hand. “Mmmmm, you’re quite endowed.” Her tongue licked the length of my shaft, from my balls to the head. She held the tip of my erection between her lips, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Her head bobbed up and down, laving my organ. “I love the taste of your cock.” She said before engulfing it into her mouth, looking up at me, her eyes soft, bright, and filled with love. She continued to bob her head up and down my pole, never breaking eye contact with me. I had to admit, as beautiful as she was, she appeared more so now. I stroked her hair, encouraging her. 

She filled her mouth with half of my hard-on, trying to squeeze in more. She pressed the head of my shaft against the back of her mouth, fighting to keep from gagging, but pulled out when she started to gag. She relaxed for a few seconds to recover before attempting again, but to no avail. I knelt down, forcing her to back-up. She looked at me and I nodded with a smile. 

She took a deep breath and engulfed my rod. Once it reached the back of her throat, Audrey swallowed and I thrusted forward with my hips. The muscles finally gave way and she swallowed the full length of my sword. She hummed, the vibrations tickling my prick, before she pulled out. She proceeded to fuck her throat with my cock, always looking me in the eyes. 

My balls tightened. I pulled my organ from her soft, warm mouth. I held her shoulders and lowered her to the sleeping bags, laying her on her back. I lifted and parted Audrey’s legs, exposing her moist, naked beaver for me. I laid between her thighs so I could get a closer look at her womanhood. Her lips shaped like a neat, beautiful, flesh clam. I licked around the perimeter of her snatch, causing Audrey to purr in satisfaction. I kissed her lips, my tongue parting them, tasting her for the first time. She sucked in a deep breath at the touch of my taste organ. 

Audrey ran her fingers through my hair, encouraging me to continue. I placed a forefinger along her slit, feeling it up and down before inserting it into her hole. As I pumped my finger in and out her hole, my tongue focused on the nub hidden behind its hood. Audrey let out a squeal of pleasure, her thighs squeezing my head, forcing me further into her snatch. Audrey raised her hips, pressing her crotch against my face. “Oh, David! Keep going! Don’t stop. Lick me. Lick my pussy.”

Audrey’s body shook; her legs quivering. I continued my oral assault of her honey pot. Her breathing came in short, deep breaths, heavy with wantonness. Her body became stiff for a few moments before she let out a scream and her body started to convulse as an orgasm impacted her like an earthquake. She panted as she came down from her climax. 

“David, fuck me, please. Fuck me with that monstrous cock of yours.”

I position myself over her, looking her straight in the eye. Audrey clasped my erection and directed it to the opening of her fuckhole. I penetrated her slit with a slow, measured pace, watching the expression on her face. Once the head of my prick impaled inside her snatch, I slammed my loins against hers. Her eyes widened and she let out a guttural moan. She then smiled at me in approval. I moved my hips in and out with a steady rhythm. Audrey’s eyes became soft and bright as I screwed her. She ran her hands along my sides, roaming across my back. 

My lust became more intense as I slammed myself into her. Her cries of passion filled my ears, her nails digging into my back. The pain felt exquisite. I pounded her sex harder. I closed my eyes, enraptured by her. My balls tightened, so I pulled out, restraining the urge to climax. 

Audrey looked at me with disappointment, until I rolled her over on her hands and knees. She lowered her upper torso, arching her back, and lifting her hips as high as possible. I impaled my manhood into her pussy again, thrusting hard and fast. The sound of flesh slapping in rhythm matched our breathing. “Oh, David, pound me. Pound my pussy harder. Fuck my brains out.” I reached the verge of exploding inside her.

I pulled out and aimed towards her face. She opened her mouth ready to receive her reward. I jerked off until I shot my load all over her face and into her mouth. She engrossed my cock in her mouth, sucking every last drop of jizz until I became flaccid once again. 

She looked at me with a smile; her face glazed with my sperm. She wiped my seed off her face and sucked her fingers clean. “David, that’s the best fuck I’ve ever had. Thank you.” I leaned over and kissed her lips. She simply smiled back.

Audrey and I slid in the sleeping bag together. I laid on my back with Audrey resting her head on my chest. My arm wrapped around her, holding her to my body. “I really needed it; more than I realized. Thank you, again, David.”

“I could say likewise. You were wonderful.” I reached over and grabbed my pack. “Promise the you won’t narc narc me out.” I said, pulling out a velvet padded pouch the size of a half-liter bottle.”

“What do you have there?”

I grinned. “You’ll see.” I pulled out a transparent teal blue glass pipe, an old 35mm film canister, and a butane lighter. I took out a sizable bud of cannabis. I broke off a small piece, loaded it into the bowl of the pipe, and returned to rest to the canister. “Lady gets green.” 

I handed the pipe and lighter to Audrey. She put the pipe to her lips and lit the lighter, inhaling a deep hit, then handed it to me. I did likewise. We passed it back and got until it was cashed. We laid back, allowing the THC to perform its magic on us. Before long, we were quite relaxed. A sense of euphoria overwhelmed us. 

“By the way, do you want to know where I learned to be such a good salesperson?” She looked at me. “From you.”

“M……m……me?”

“Yes. I considered you the best salesperson in our section. I wanted to be as good as you.”

“Honest?”

“Yes. You inspired me to work harder. To be truthful, I looked forward to you becoming manager.”

“Oh, David. If only I had known.”

“Well now you do.”

“And now we’re lovers?”

“I can live with that, but remember, I can’t show favoritism. At work, I can only see you as one of my subordinates, but after work is another story altogether.”

“I can live with those arrangements.” She said, smiling.  Soon, we both fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

 
 
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We woke up in the morning, still holding each other. I leaned over and kissed Audrey, now as a lover. “Morning, Audrey.”

Audrey reached her arms over her head and stretched her body, yawning. “Morning, David.”

“Sounds like the blizzard has passed. We should probably get dressed and pack our gear.”

“Oh, do we really have to?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Okay. You’re right. We need to be back at work on Monday.”

“Hey, with any luck, you might get invited to drinks Friday.”

“And if I’m not?”

“Then we’ll have drinks together, some place private.”

“Mmmmmmmm, I like how you’re thinking. 

We finished getting packed, and went outside, firing a flare.

“Well, we should be out of here and some place warm in an hour or so.”

“Really? Does that mean we have time for a quickie?”

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