A/N: Alright, I know how I said that the next one-shot would NOT be about Spin and TJ, but...I lied. Well, not really, originally it wasn't going to be, but...um...Where the Skeletons Lie reached 100 reviews and I promised a gift story for them. This does take place in the WSL timeline, but you don't have to of been reading that story to understand what's going on. Unless your question is "WHERE ARE THE REST OF THE RECESS GANG!?" Because that is explained in WSL. Hmmm...
Thanks to those who reviewed One Rainy Night. TNPD, sorry I made you cry, I hope this one doesn't. RavenForever, I personally can't understand how anyone can be in an abusive relationship because I'm not the type that would take that crap from a guy, but you have to understand that an abusive relationship affects the abused (guys can be abused as well) mentally as well as physically. Stacey, why thank you, glad you liked that ending better. Momo-chan, if you review anything today, review this one, inquiring minds wish to know your thoughts. Sarah, thanks, I don't like to hound you like that but come on...what's a review board without your review? mischeif-maker, have I told you how great you are for reviewing all my fics like that? Well, I'll just tell you again, you're great!
AND, of course, because this is their thank you fic. TO those who helped Where the Skeletons Lie reach 100 reviews, I tell you every update, but I honestly can't tell you enough how much you all rock. The story got as far as it has because of you and your guys' devotion to reviewing and reading it. THANKS, and I hope you enjoy this, because I was starting to sense this misery from the lack of TJ/Spinelli lovey-dovey-ness in WSL, because they broke up...awww....sniffles....
Summary: This is a dual-songfic (two songs in one, I came up with it, creative huh?) It's done to Laid by Matt Nathanson(first song) and Shattered by Remy Zero(second song). It's about Spinelli and TJ's first time together. It is rated "R", because, while it isn't incredibly descriptive, it does discuss and go into the area of things that are Rated "R"-ness. If you still want to read the fic and don't want to deal with the "R"-ness stuff, I recommend reading all the way to the ending of the song Laid, and then ending there.
Shoot for 100, and, as always, ENJOY!
Love Against Skin
Truth be told, when Spinelli and I first slept together we were way too young. We were in love, yes, and convinced that we'd be together forever, but even if that wasn't true, we should have realized that if we were indeed together forever, we had forever to lose our virginity to one another, and there was no reason we couldn't wait another year or two. To be honest, sex has this horrible and at the same time magnificent power to change things between two people, and that is what lasts forever. I guess the thing I'll always remember about that moment was how beautiful she looked, the way a woman should look, everything laid bare, glowing from perspiration, breathing softly, intelligence burning in dark eyes, strong, respectable and smiling, always smiling...
TJ tapped the top of his desk softly with his pencil, attempting to stay awake despite the immense boredom protruding from the teacher's mouth. He snuck a glance across the room at his girlfriend, Spinelli, her head laid down on her desk as she was taking a slight nap. She looked beautiful as always, wearing a large t-shirt most likely stolen from one of her brother's closets and oversized jeans with rips in the knees. Her hair, shoulder length now, was pulled back into a ponytail and most likely hadn't been brushed out that morning. She had a band-aide taped to her forehead, having been in a recent brawl in the school parking lot. They'd been friends since kindergarten, which had given TJ plenty of time to learn everything there was to know about her. And yet, she kept surprising him. The teacher snapped a ruler on the empty desk in front of Spinelli, arousing her and regaining TJ's attention. Her eyes fluttered open and she lifted herself up, stretching slightly and yawning.
"Class over...?" she mumbled.
"For you it is," Mr. Murdock, their teacher, said snidely. He snapped out a hall pass and directed her to the principle's office; which she gladly obliged eager to escape the confines of their History class. Before leaving, she turned and blew TJ a kiss, which caused the entire room to burst into mocking laughter, and he slumped down in his desk equally embarrassed and giddy. Mr. Murdock simply rolled his eyes, gave Spinelli a "Any day now," comment then glowered down his nose at TJ, and continued droning his lesson.
"Man, she is hot," TJ heard the boy whisper behind him, Stephen.
"Who?" was another boy's hushed reply, Kyle.
"Who do you think, man? Ashley Spinelli," Stephen pressed and TJ perked up slightly, listening in keenly on their conversation whilst doodling on his notebook.
"She's a total bitch," Kyle muttered, "And have you seen the way she dresses? She's a dog man, a lesbian dog." TJ raised an eyebrow.
"She ain't a lesbo," Stephen pestered, "Though, she's on the football team with me. Don't tell anyone, but the guys and me peeked in on her in the girls' locker room. Man, has she got a body! I'd do her in a second. But yeah, she is a total bitch...but there are ways of shutting a girl up, if you know what I mean..."
"Hey," TJ snapped, jumping up from his desk and turning on the two offending boys, his hands balled into fists, "That's my girlfriend you're talking about!" He quickly surmised that Kyle would be easy to take on, but Stephen, the school quarterback with a bulky build, would be difficult and TJ would most likely end up nothing more than a smear on the classroom floor. But after the way they were talking about Spinelli he didn't really care if he could take them on or not, so long as he got one good swing in.
"I don't know what you're talking about man," Kyle tried to shrug it off.
"Yeah, what's your problem Dettwieler," Stephen asked, smirking, he had the look of someone who knew that no matter what he said, he'd never get in trouble because he had jock privileges, "If you're doing her you gotta respect what I'm saying. And it's not like there's a...uh...no looking sign." TJ was ready to swing, and he almost did if a placating hand hadn't come to rest on his shoulder. TJ turned around, gulping and eyeing Mr. Murdock unhappily.
"Principle's office, sir?" TJ chuckled sheepishly. Mr. Murdock nodded, handing out the pass. TJ made his way out of the room, shooting one last dirty look at the two boys smiling maliciously at him and looking very much like they'd both just gotten away with murder. He shook his head, and slipped into the hallway. That last comment had stuck with him. Sure, it enraged him the way they were talking about his girlfriend, but something about the last thing Stephen had said. If you're doing her...TJ wasn't "doing" Spinelli, they hadn't even so much as talked about it or gotten farther then tentative kisses and constant hand-holding.
TJ frowned at the black and white tiles beneath his feet. He was a seventeen year old boy, so yeah, thoughts of sleeping with his girlfriend had crossed his mind, especially late at night.
This bed is on fire with passionate love
The neighbors complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top
TJ stared at Spinelli blankly, uncertain of what to say. She had been silent since he picked her up nearly ten minutes ago. He thought to say something, but found his mouth parched. She was leaning back in the seat watching the scenery pass by, listening to the radio blaring. He reached forward and turned the music down, then pulled off the side of the road, parking. She glanced at him.
"What are we doing?" she asked, "I thought we were going to see a movie."
"We have to talk," TJ started, strumming the steering wheel. He'd been thinking a lot, mostly about what Stephen had said. Shouldn't Spinelli and him at least talk about the notion of sleeping together? They'd been dating how long?
"We already decided on the movie," she muttered, then sighing, "About?" TJ tapped the wheel harder, his hands drenched in nervous sweat. Now how would he word this?
"Um...well...uh...you know, we've been dating for um awhile...and well, some people who have been dating for a lot less time than us have already...had...you know...they've done...well...did...have...um..."
"Sex? Jeez, Teej, if you can't even say the word you're not ready for it," Spinelli spat, "Why you bringing this up now anyways?" She paused, raised an eyebrow at him, "Don't tell me you actually want to..."
"Never mind," TJ sputtered, "Forget I mentioned it," he attempted pulling the car back on the road but Spinelli put it back in brake.
"What the hell, Teej? You can't just bring up a heavy subject like that and drop it," Spinelli argued, "I mean, what do you want? Do you honestly want to...I mean...jeez, Teej, do you really want to have sex?"
"I don't know," TJ mumbled, regretting bringing up the conversation all together, "I can't know unless we at least talk about it."
"Then we'll talk about it," Spinelli told him, "Now...should we take the practical approach? Do we want to have children? Or the pleasure approach? Oral or..."
"Jesus Christ, Spin," TJ muttered, "You're impossible, you know that?"
"Hey, you're the one who wanted to talk about it," Spinelli shrugged, "Or did you just want to go in and do it?"
"Goddamnit," TJ cursed, shaking his head, "I wanted to...I don't know...just forget about it, alright?"
"Fine."
My therapist said not to see you no moreShe said you're like a disease without any cure
She said I'm so obsessed that I've become a bore, oh no
TJ made his way through the convenience store, his hands shoved in his pockets. He could see Spinelli out the window waiting, glancing in every now and then, and pacing back and forth on the sidewalk. He paused in an aisle, staring at the chap sticks for the longest time. He glanced at the boxes nearly a shelf higher and gulped. How the hell was he supposed to know which one to get?
"Just grab one," Spinelli had said pushing a five-dollar bill in his hand when they'd stood outside discussing the matter. It was just his luck, him being the boy and all.
"What if this doesn't work? What if you still get pregnant?" TJ had asked.
"I won't," Spinelli had rolled her eyes, "It's just...you know, for STD's and stuff. I'm on the pill."
"You're on the pill? Since when, why didn't you tell me?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna tell my boyfriend, with his raging hormones, that my gynecologist put me on the pill to even out my periods and help with my acne," she'd snapped, "Just...go in there."
"What if...what if someone I know sees me? There are kids from school who work the register."
"Yeah, like someone from our school is working on Prom night." Of course, that had ended their conversation as Spinelli had given him a little push so that now he stood in the hygiene section staring up at the condoms trying to figure out the difference between Trojan and Durex. He ducked back to the chap sticks and watched as an older gentleman walked over, shot TJ an odd look, and picked up one of the Durex brand. TJ waited until the man had left before grabbing the same one and, whistling as though he were guilty of a crime, walking towards the cash registers. His heart sunk as he narrowed his eyes at the one boy behind the counters ringing up the older gentleman's purchase.
"Lawson..." TJ moaned later to Spinelli as they made there way empty handed to Spinelli's car, "How was I supposed to buy one from Lawson?"
"You always could have just...you know, five-finger discount," Spinelli frowned at the lined up cars across the street at Third Street Park, "Looks like we'll be the only ones not getting any tonight," she mumbled, TJ slipping his arm over her shoulders, "Oh well...I didn't want to get laid in the backseat of my Volvo tonight anyways," TJ grinned kissing the top of her head.
"Hungry?"
"Yeah..."
Ah you think you're so pretty (eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
TJ had to reposition himself several times, trying to figure out what the hell he was doing. He touched Spinelli's lips with his own, adjusting the weight of his body so as not to crush her. He'd taken his sister, Becky's truck and they lay in the back atop a blanket Spinelli had brought. He finally found a position that was comfortable, deepening the kiss he was sharing with Spinelli. She squirmed slightly, slipping her hands beneath his shirt and suddenly shuddering. TJ pulled back, and looked down at her as she was rubbing her arms furiously.
"It's cold is all," she explained.
"Oh...um..." TJ pulled himself up, looking around.
"Didn't she have a shell?" Spinelli asked and when TJ demonstrated with his dumbfounded blinking that he had no idea what she was talking about Spinelli clarified, "You know...the plastic shell that hooks on and covers the back of the truck?" TJ's mouth formed a silent "oh" and he shrugged.
"Er..." Spinelli sighed, "I guess I'll be cold." TJ went back in for another kiss, trying to find that position again, having lost it. They struggled for a few more moments, Spinelli finally relinquishing TJ's shirt and him getting tangled in her own garment. Finally, exasperated from unsuccessfully attempting to unhook Spinelli's bra (Why women wear those things, he'll never know) TJ pulled himself up and jumped out of the back, grabbing his shirt while he was at. Spinelli rolled her eyes, turning onto her belly and sitting up.
"It's not working," TJ grumbled in explanation, "Your uncomfortable, I'm uncomfortable, it's not working."
"Sorry," Spinelli mumbled, picking at a loose strand of fabric at the knee of her jeans. TJ took a moment to compose himself, sighing, and cupping Spinelli's cheek with his hand.
"It's not your fault," he half-heartedly assured her, helping her out of the back.
Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
TJ leaned against the lockers, flipping through his notes and glancing up every now and then to smile at the pert blonde girl, Molly, talking to him. She flicked her hair behind her shoulder, looking up at him through her mascara-drowned lashes and ran an absent hand along the low cut neck of her sweater.
"So, you'll help me with English right?" Molly was saying, brushing her hand lightly against the skin of TJ's arm, causing the tiny hairs to stand on end, "I'm so not getting this book and you seem to understand it so well...all the symbolism is just "
"I guess," TJ shrugged, "Tonight, maybe?"
"Great," she giggled, giving a slight jump and clapping her hands together, "I'll see you after school?"
"Yeah, sure," TJ nodded, watching the young woman skip off gleefully.
"What was that about?" TJ swung his head slowly to eye Spinelli standing across the hall, frowning unhappily at him, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Molly needs tutoring in English," TJ explained, shrugging slightly and turning to open his locker. Spinelli gave a soft snort of indignation.
"I was talking about the flirting," Spinelli spat, "Ever since you brought up that little word in our relationship you've been obsessed and now you're talking to a girl everyone knows'll lay on her back and spread her legs for any guy that walks by!"
"Obsessed? Me?" TJ flustered, "Isn't that like the kettle calling the pot black? Do you honestly think that what I was talking to Molly about was...that?"
"Jeez, Teej, everyone knows that Molly, little Miss Head Cheerleader has had it out for me ever since I outdid her sprinting in gym class and she's always had her goddamned eye on you! She really can't stand that we're dating," Spinelli fumed.
"You're wrong, alright, she just needs help with English," TJ shook his head, "You're the one jumping to conclusions, you're the one assuming everything I do is about that..."
"I don't know about you, Teej," Spinelli hissed, "But my pots are all silver and this sex thing has gotten out of control." She turned her back on him, storming down the hall.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" TJ cried after her.
Dressed me up in women's clothesMessed around with gender roles
Dye my eyes and call me pretty
TJ crossed the hallway and caught a hold of Molly's hand before she entered her class. She looked at him questioningly, but let him pull her back into the quickly emptying hallway.
"I'm sorry," TJ told her, "I can't tutor you."
"What? Why?" Molly asked, hurt evident in her eyes. She didn't like rejection, "Is tonight a bad time?"
"No," TJ muttered, running his hand through his hair, "I just...I can't tutor you."
"Is this because of your girlfriend? It's because she doesn't like me, huh?" Molly shook her head, frowning, "Are you really going to let her tell you what to do like that?"
"It's not Spinelli's decision, it's mine," TJ said defensively. He didn't like the implication Molly was making that Spinelli had so much control over his life.
"I still don't know what you see in her," Molly shook her head, disgusted and obviously not convinced that Spinelli didn't have a great deal of say in why TJ was refusing to tutor her, "She's not that pretty. I mean, she wears boys' clothes all the time and never even washes her face! She doesn't even wear make-up! She's such a straight-laced bitch, too. She doesn't even put out for you, does she? I mean...I would, if you were my boyfriend."
"What does that have to do with anything?" TJ snapped. That was the last straw. This word, sex, was apparently so goddamned important to everyone who didn't matter to him that he was just fed up with it. "I don't care if she holds out until we're fifty, I love her and that's all that matters to me," TJ pushed his way past, calling over his shoulder, "And you wear too much make-up." Molly was left behind gaping at TJ's retreating back.
Moved out of the house so you moved next door
I locked you out you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me I thought I was alone
You're driving me crazy when are you coming home
(END)
TJ opened the door to his house, stepping in with the mail in one hand and his keys in the other. He dropped his backpack on the floor and kicked off his shoes.
"I'm home," he called, tossing the mail on the entranceway table after finding that none of it was addressed to him save for a few pieces of junk mail. There came no answer and he walked into the kitchen, "Mom? Dad?" Still no answer. He opened the fridge, drank some milk from the carton, and made his way up the stairs two at a time. He had done his homework in study hall and wanted to call Spinelli. He'd considered just showing up on her doorstep, but that would only make her madder at him and the last thing he wanted to confront was that girl's temper. His door was opened a crack, which was odd considering he always closed his bedroom door tightly before he left for the day. He shrugged it off; deciding his mother probably went in and cleaned. So imagine his surprise to find his girlfriend sitting Indian-styled on his bed reading one of his comic books. She looked up when he entered staring open-mouthed at her.
"Hi, Teej," she greeted, placing the thin paper book down and standing up a bit awkwardly, looking as though she felt out of place. "I know that we...that we had that fight..."
"What are you doing here?" TJ asked gently, not wanting to ruin anything, wanting to kiss her, to touch her, to make sure she knew he wasn't angry, at least not anymore.
"I'm sorry about what I said," Spinelli started, but TJ held up a hand to hush her.
"It's alright. I was just thinking...you know...when did sex become so important? When did it become this thing that we had to be involved in like there's some race to lose your virginity? I mean, five years ago we didn't even know what the word meant and now...I just want you to know, Spinelli that, well, you're right. It's stupid to be in such a rush to get it over with. It's not a race, it's something important, something special, and I never should have brought it up. If you're not ready, than I'm not ready."
"I'm ready, Teej."
grace in light
somehow I found you here
torn from the hope and fear
holds us inside
pulled me out
out from the world I've known
and all love was broken cold
brought me here
"And besides, I'm sure sex is overrated anyways...what did you just say?" TJ looked up, meeting her eyes. She smiled slightly.
"I'm ready. I'm ready now," she whispered, "If you're ready, then now, I want to do it now. I know that you're the one I want to be with and I want to take this step with you."
"Spinelli...you don't have to," TJ told her, "I don't want you to feel like you have to."
"You really think I'd do something just to make you happy?" Spinelli spat, grinning, "I want you, Teej, and I want you now." TJ felt a smile slip across his face as he stepped forward, holding her eyes. Those eyes...he loved those eyes.
from you one look
just one look and everything is shattered
from you one word
towers burn and fall, fall, fall
TJ touched her lips gently, his hands finding their way beneath her shirt and slowly moving it upwards, tugging it off revealing her small black cotton bra. They met eyes again as he traced the contour of her jaw with an errant thumb.
"Are you sure?" he whispered. In answer, she kissed him, breathing an "I love you" against his lips and gently peeling his own shirt from his body.
just be still
arms that surround like the sun
faith in the life we've begun
it holds us inside
They'd seen one another naked before. The first time when they were in kindergarten and had gone swimming down at the lake. Feeling constrained, they 'd ripped their swimsuits from their bodies and, clasping hands, ran into the lake water unabashed. That was the first time they'd noticed the differences in one another's bodies, though they were less obvious then, and not very important.
Now, as TJ laid Spinelli beneath the covers, he reveled in her lightly tanned skin and soft round features. He blushed slightly at the reaction his body took to her and they lay in silence next to one another for a moment beneath the covers, uncertain what to do.
"How...umm...what happens next?" TJ whispered. Spinelli smiled at him slightly. Leaning over to whisper in his ear, amused by his naiveté. They'd never gotten this far before. "Oh," he nodded, understanding, but not certain he approved of the role he had to play, and ashamed that he really did want to.
from you one look
just one look and everything is shattered
from you one word
towers burn and fall, fall, fall
from you one look
just one look and everything is shattered
from you one word
stars burn and fall and fall
TJ lay over Spinelli, pressing a kiss to her forehead and attempting to figure out how he was supposed to...he could see the fear in her eyes and was afraid to move. She ran her fingers along his back, sending shivers up his spine, and forced a smile of reassurance.
"You can stop me anytime," he whispered, "If you don't want to...or change your mind."
"I want to," she told him, her hands clasped behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss.
TJ braced himself against the pillow behind Spinelli, trembling slightly, unsure. She closed her eyes as she felt him enter her.
"Ow..." she whispered, "Mm...ow..." The pain was immense, and she could feel tears springing to her eyes, biting her lower lip. TJ pulled back.
"I'm sorry," he cried out, "We're doing it wrong, I'll stop."
"No, Teej," she hushed in, "I think it's supposed to hurt."
"Then we're not doing it," TJ said, "If it hurts you then we're not doing it." Spinelli laughed slightly, brushing his hair, tracing his face.
"It's alright," she told him, "I don't want you to stop."
"I don't...I don't want to hurt you," TJ mumbled. Spinelli kissed his neck, breathing softly against his skin.
"Keep going."
fires curl
shadows surge
a hollow sound
that no one else can hear
but me in silent streams
forever more we dream
Spinelli wrapped her arms about TJ's neck, gasping softly every now and then, but silently willing him to continue, despite the pain. Her body felt on fire, torn, yet...he was gentle, running his fingers along her body, kissing her softly, and meeting her eyes to remind her that she was safe, that he would never push too far, and that at one word, one command, he would stop. She didn't want it to end. She could feel everything, every muscle in his body, the adrenaline rushing through his veins, every emotion pounding in his soul. She prayed to the God she never believed in that even if the pain did subside, and even when this moment was over the feelings, the emotions, and more importantly, the connection would remain.
Their breathing was steady, their eyes that of children. For a moment, they were nothing more than innocent 10 year-olds, standing in the sand box laughing and playing and talking about things they didn't understand and never would. In his eyes, in his motions, she could see their childish world slip away, the innocence in their relationship fade and give way to a new kind of innocence. In his arms she was strongest; she was herself. She tightened her grasp around TJ's neck, drawing blood from her lower lip and tasting its bitter sweet.
from you one look
just one look and everything is shattered
from you one word
towers burn and fall, fall, fall
from you one look
just one look and everything is shattered
from you one word
stars burn and fall and fall
TJ studied the dips and curves of Spinelli's face and body, watching her chest rise and fall with her soft and steady breathing. He couldn't tell if she was sleeping or awake, though he would be able to later in life. He would later on find himself always be aware of her movements, of everything she did and every action she took. He wanted to touch her, take her in his arms and just hold her; but he was afraid. Her eyes opened slightly and she stirred, turning her gaze on him, smiling somewhat and moving with slow deliberate movements to her side, her hands brought up to touch her trembling bottom lip. Her eyes were wide, uncertain, searching his own.
TJ pulled her towards him, settling beneath her, finding that he liked the feel of her body next to his. She seemed to study his shoulder, touching each freckle with the brush of her finger. He smiled as though he held a secret that the entire world would never know.
"If my parents ever found out they'd kill me," she whispered, and the sound disturbing the silence seemed to startle TJ. He relaxed slightly though as it was her voice, gentle enough that it didn't break the reverent atmosphere, and nodding, was reminded of his own parents and the fact that they would be home soon. But the bed was so warm and Spinelli was so soft and he just didn't want to ruin the moment by bringing up the fact that it was quickly ending. She smiled, snorting lightly with good humor, "If my brothers ever found out they'd kill you."
"You're just full of positive things right now, aren't you?" he returned, smiling, running his fingers along her arm, amazed at the goosebumps it caused, and how come he never noticed how beautiful her skin was? He narrowed his eyes, focusing on one of the small, light brown moles dotted on her elbow. "Are you alright?" She buried her face in his shoulder, her arm draped over his chest, and nodded. Next came the question he didn't want to ask, but knew he should. "Do you regret it?" She was silent for what seemed an eternity, but he didn't press her to answer. It wasn't something that could be rushed.
"I love you, Teej," she finally said quietly, "If I regretted this, then it would mean I regret loving you," she turned her head, staring up at him with half-opened eyes, her voice slipping into drowsiness, "I would never regret loving you." She pressed a kiss against his shoulder, closed her eyes, her body falling lax against his as she drifted to sleep.
"I love you too, Spinelli," he whispered, brushing her skin with tentative fingers and watching over her as she rested, "I'll always love you."
END A/N: Ah...a sweet ending, no? Now, I know what you're question is. What is your obsession with TJ and Spinelli's first time? One Night Stand, then this...you are weird. I guess my deal is that I think a relationship between TJ and Spinelli would be one on a very deep and spiritual level, because of the face they would have known one another their entire lives and would know everything about one another. SOOOO, you can imagine how truly endearing, special and blah blah blah, lovey-dovey, spiritually touching their first time would be. YUP, that explains it. No it doesn't? Oh well, then you'll never know.
Hmm....mmm....READ Where the Skeletons Lie! (I promised myself I wouldn't bump that fic, but I did, so there!) PLEASE REVIEW, and I promise that the next one (and my fingers aren't crossed, see?) will not be Spin/TJ centric. In fact, it's already halfway written! Maybe it won't take so long to get up...what? THat's the one that I've had writer's block on for the longest time which is why my Wonderful World of One-Shots hasn't been updated in a long time? Er...it'll be awhile unless I'm struck with some sort of inspiration. REally, I'm shooting for the long haul, no breaks taken, sprint to the finish of WSL. ummmm.....
Please excuse any grammatical or typing errors.
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