Tyler’s Turn
The next morning, sunlight was already filtering through the curtains when Jack stirred awake. He was still tangled between Michael and Tyler in his father’s bed, all three of them naked and sticky from the night before. Tyler was on his back, one arm draped over Jack’s waist, while Michael was pressed up against Jack’s back, breathing slow and deep.
Jack blinked a few times, then smiled to himself. His body ached in a good way — sore in all the right places.
Tyler woke up next, groaning quietly as he stretched. When he saw Jack looking at him, he gave a tired but genuine smile.
“Morning,” Tyler mumbled, voice rough from sleep.
“Morning,” Jack whispered back.
Michael stirred behind them a moment later. He let out a low grunt and tightened his arm around Jack’s middle before pressing a lazy kiss to the back of his son’s neck.
“Time is it?” he asked, voice gravelly.
Jack glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “A little after eight.”
Michael sighed and sat up slowly, running a hand over his face. “I’ve got to head into the office today. Can’t get out of it.”
Jack sat up too, stretching his arms over his head. He looked over at Tyler, who was still lying there watching them both with a sleepy, satisfied expression.
“I’ve got work too,” Jack said. “But… I was thinking you could come with me.” He glanced at Tyler with a small, hopeful smile. “I could show you the shop. Introduce you to everybody.”
Tyler raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. “Yeah? That the place you were telling me about yesterday?”
Jack nodded. “Yeah. Big Bill’s Auto Repair. The guys are…well, like I said, interesting."
Michael chuckled under his breath as he swung his legs out of bed. “That’s one word for them.”
He stood up and stretched, completely unselfconscious about his nakedness. Jack watched him for a second, then looked back at Tyler.
“So? You wanna come?”
Tyler grinned, still looking a little wrecked from the night before. “Yeah. I’m in. I mean, what else am I gonna do anyway?”
Michael glanced over his shoulder at the two of them as he headed toward the bathroom.
“That’s true,” he observed with a raised eyebrow. “Jack really didn’t think this one out.”
Jack laughed softly and looked at Tyler again.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
—
They pulled into the lot a little after nine. Jack parked in his usual spot and killed the engine. Tyler looked out the window at the shop, taking it in.
“Doesn’t look like much from the outside,” he said with a small grin.
Jack laughed. “Yeah, it’s better on the inside. Come on.”
They got out of the car and started heading inside. Just before they got to the door, Jack spotted Pete around the side of the building, standing against a customer’s car. Pete glanced around once, then unzipped.
He aimed his thick, floppy cock at the half-open driver’s side window and let loose. A heavy, powerful stream of piss hissed through the air and splattered loudly against the inside of the car door, soaking the seats and floor mats. He sighed in relief, adjusting his aim so the golden arc sprayed across the steering wheel and dashboard.
“Fuck, that feels better,” he muttered, still pissing heavily.
Jack stood frozen, watching the tattooed mechanic casually vandalize a customer’s car with his piss. The sharp, acrid smell drifted toward him on the breeze. Pete noticed him standing there and just grinned, still pissing full-force into the car.
“Bill said the guy who owns this one was a real prick yesterday,” Pete explained casually. “Figured he could use a little extra detailing.”
He gave his cock a couple of lazy shakes, sending the last few drops flying, then tucked himself away.
Glad that Tyler was too preoccupied with looking around the shop yard to notice that, Jack quickly hustled his roommate inside the building. The familiar smell of motor oil, grease, and metal hit them the second they stepped through the door. Rusty and Coop were already in the front office, standing near the counter with coffee cups in their hands.
Jack grinned when he saw them. “Hey, guys. This is Tyler. He’s visiting from out of town.”
Rusty looked Tyler up and down with an easy, slightly crooked smile. “Tyler, huh? Nice to meet you, kid.” He reached out and shook Tyler’s hand, his grip firm. “Heard Jack had a roommate at school. You the one who kept him out of trouble?”
Coop gave Tyler a slower nod, his eyes lingering a little longer. “Tyler,” he repeated, voice low. “Good to meet you.”
Jack laughed. “These two are Rusty and Coop. They pretty much run the back end of the place.”
Tyler shook both their hands, polite but clearly a little out of his element. “Nice to meet you guys.”
Jack gave them a quick wave and led Tyler through the swinging door into the shop proper. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”
They walked past the bays where a couple of cars were already up on lifts. Jack pointed things out as they went — where he usually stood when he came back to grab parts, how the register worked up front, and which bays were usually the busiest.
Eventually they made their way over to the front counter area. Dylan was already there, leaning against the counter with a rag in his hands. He looked up when he heard them coming.
Jack smiled. “Hey, Dylan. This is Tyler. He’s the roommate I was telling you about.”
Dylan wiped his hands on the rag and stepped forward, offering Tyler a friendly smile. “Hey, man. Nice to meet you.” His handshake was warm, but his eyes flicked between Jack and Tyler a little too quickly, like he was trying to read something in how close they were standing. “Jack’s mentioned you a few times. Said you two were pretty tight at school.”
Tyler smiled back, easy and relaxed. “Yeah, we were. Good to meet you too.”
Dylan nodded, still smiling, but Jack could see the slight tension in his shoulders. He was being polite, but there was something careful in the way he was watching them.
Jack didn’t comment on it. He just bumped Tyler’s arm lightly with his own. “Come on, I’ll show you what I actually do up here.”
He led Tyler behind the counter and started explaining how he logged tickets and handled customers, keeping his voice light. Dylan stayed nearby, quietly wiping down tools, but Jack could feel his eyes drifting over every so often.
They were still talking when the front door opened again.
Big Bill walked in, filling the doorway with his broad frame. He was already in his work shirt, the sleeves rolled up over his thick forearms. His eyes landed on Jack first, then moved to Tyler.
Jack straightened up a little. “Hey, Bill. This is Tyler. He’s visiting for a couple days.”
Big Bill’s gaze lingered on Tyler for a moment before he gave a slow nod. “Tyler,” he said, voice low and rough. “Good to meet you.”
Bill stepped further into the shop, his heavy work boots thudding against the concrete floor. He gave Jack a nod, then turned his attention to Tyler, looking him over with open interest.
“So you’re the college roommate, huh?” Bill said, his deep voice filling the space. “Jack’s mentioned you a couple times.”
Tyler smiled politely. “Yeah, that’s me. Just visiting for a few days.”
Bill’s eyes lingered on him a little longer than necessary. “Visiting, huh? Well… welcome to the shop.”
Dylan, who had been standing nearby, quietly excused himself. “I’m gonna go grab something out back,” he muttered, tossing the rag onto the counter. He slipped through the door without looking back.
Bill didn’t seem to notice. He took another step closer to Tyler, resting one thick hand on the counter.
“So what do you do back home?” he asked. His tone was casual, but there was something heavier underneath it. “You work with your hands, or you one of those desk types?”
Tyler laughed lightly. “A little of both, I guess. Nothing like this though.”
Bill’s mouth curved into a slow smirk. “Shame. Bet you’d look good getting a little dirty.”
Tyler blinked, caught a little off guard, but he didn’t seem bothered. Jack, meanwhile, was busy sorting through a stack of work orders behind the counter and didn’t catch the shift in tone. He just assumed Bill was being friendly in his usual blunt way.
Bill kept talking to Tyler for another minute or so, his questions casual but his eyes never really leaving him. Eventually he straightened up and jerked his head toward the hallway.
“Tell you what,” he said. “Why don’t I show you around a little? Got a private office back there. Quieter than out here.”
Tyler glanced at Jack, then shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”
Bill looked over at Jack. “You don’t mind if I borrow your friend for a bit, do you?”
Jack looked up from the paperwork and shook his head. “No, that’s fine. Go ahead.”
Bill gave him a slow nod, then turned and led Tyler down the hallway toward his office. Tyler followed without hesitation.
Jack watched them disappear around the corner, then went back to sorting the morning tickets, completely unbothered.
A few minutes later, Dylan came back in from the shop. He looked around, then raised an eyebrow at Jack.
“Where’d Tyler go?”
Jack didn’t look up. “Bill’s showing him his office.”
Dylan paused for a second. Then he let out a short, dry laugh.
“Oh good,” he said. “Boss’ll be tied up all morning. I can take an extra long break.”
Jack finally glanced up, a little confused by Dylan’s tone. “What do you mean?”
Dylan just smirked and shook his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
Jack frowned slightly, still not quite following, but Dylan was already heading back out into the shop.
Bill led Tyler down the short hallway and pushed open the door to his office. It was a small, cluttered room with a big metal desk, a couple of filing cabinets, and a worn-out couch against one wall. The air smelled strongly of motor oil, sweat, and old coffee.
“Not much to see,” Bill said as he stepped inside. He closed the door behind them with a solid click. “But it gets the job done.”
Tyler looked around politely, but before he could say anything, Bill was already moving closer. The big man didn’t bother with any more small talk. Stripping off his work shirt to reveal a once-white but now sweat-yellowed wife-beater underneath, he stepped right into Tyler’s space, using his massive frame to back the younger man up until Tyler’s shoulders hit the wall.
Bill lifted one thick arm and planted his hand on the wall beside Tyler’s head, leaning in until there was barely any space left between them. Tyler’s back was flat against the wall now, and Bill’s broad chest was almost touching his.
Tyler’s breath caught when he caught the heavy, ripe scent coming off Bill — sharp and musky, with the distinct funk of a man who’d been working hard all morning.
Bill noticed the way Tyler’s nose twitched. A slow, dirty smirk spread across his face.
“I don’t even own any deodorant,” he said, voice low and rough. “Never saw the point.”
Before Tyler could respond, Bill grabbed the back of his head with his free hand and shoved the boy’s face straight into his armpit. The smell hit Tyler hard — thick, sweaty, and unmistakably masculine. Bill held him there firmly, grinding Tyler’s face into the damp hair and hot skin.
Tyler’s body reacted instantly. His basketball shorts tented hard and obvious, his cock straining against the thin fabric as he breathed in Bill’s heavy pit funk.
Bill let out a low, satisfied chuckle, still holding Tyler’s face in place.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Knew you’d like that.”
Tyler was still trapped under Bill’s arm, his face buried in the man’s hot, sweaty pit when Bill casually kicked off one of his heavy work boots. The sharp, acrid smell hit the air immediately. Bill grabbed the back of Tyler’s head with his free hand and shoved the inside of the worn boot right up against the boy’s face.
“Bet you like this too,” Bill growled.
The sharp, sour tang of old sweat and worn leather stung Tyler’s nose and made his eyes water. His cock throbbed hard in his basketball shorts, the fabric tenting obscenely.
Bill let the boot drop to the floor with a heavy thud. He grabbed Tyler by the shoulders and shoved him back against the wall. With one rough motion, he yanked Tyler’s shirt up and off, tossing it aside. Bill pressed in close, grinding his thick bulge against Tyler’s crotch while his massive frame pinned the younger man in place.
He wrapped both heavy arms around Tyler and pulled him into a rough, sloppy kiss, his tongue pushing deep into the boy’s mouth. Tyler could taste sweat and coffee on Bill’s breath. The big man kept him trapped between his body and the wall as he reached down and undid his belt with one hand, the buckle clinking loudly. He shoved his pants open, then grabbed Tyler by the shoulders and pushed him down to his knees.
Bill hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his unwashed piss-stained tightie-whities and yanked it down. His thick, heavy cock sprang free, hanging heavy and musky right in front of Tyler’s face. The strong scent of it hit Tyler immediately.
Bill grabbed Tyler by the head with both hands and shoved his cock straight into the boy’s mouth. He didn’t ease in — he started face-fucking him immediately, driving his thick cock deep into Tyler’s throat with hard, steady thrusts. Tyler gagged around the sudden intrusion of Bill’s extremely girthy hog, his eyes watering as Bill used his mouth without mercy.
Tyler reached up blindly, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Bill’s unwashed tightie-whities and yanking them the rest of the way down to his knees. The heavy, musky scent of Bill’s balls hit him even stronger as they dropped free — massive, hairy, and hanging low and full between his thick thighs.
Tyler didn’t hesitate. He grabbed both of Bill’s heavy balls with eager hands, squeezing and tugging on them while Bill continued to fuck his throat. The older man’s cock was incredibly strong-tasting, coated in a heavy layer of musk from being trapped in his underwear all morning. Tyler’s own cock was rock hard in his shorts, leaking steadily as he let Bill use his mouth.
Bill let out a low, satisfied groan and tightened his grip on Tyler’s head, pushing in deeper.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it, boy. Take it all the way. Eat that cock!”
After several minutes of face-fucking, Bill suddenly pulled his cock out of Tyler’s mouth and grabbed him under the arms. With almost no effort, he hauled the younger man up onto his feet and spun him around, shoving him face-first against the wall. Tyler barely had time to brace himself before Bill yanked his basketball shorts down to his ankles in one rough motion.
Bill dropped to his knees behind him. He grabbed Tyler’s ass with both hands, spreading him open, and buried his face between his cheeks. His tongue pushed straight into Tyler’s hole, licking and sucking with the same aggressive hunger he’d shown earlier. Tyler moaned and pushed back against Bill’s mouth as the older man ate him out roughly, spitting on his hole and working his tongue deep.
After a minute, Bill stood up. He grabbed his thick cock, lined it up, and slammed into Tyler in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Tyler cried out and slapped a hand against the wall as Bill started fucking him with deep, merciless strokes.
Bill leaned forward, bracing his massive forearm against the wall right above Tyler’s head, shielding him from the impact as he pounded into him. His heavy body pressed Tyler against the wall with every thrust, the wet sound of his cock driving into Tyler’s ass filling the small office.
Bill didn’t slow down. He kept fucking Tyler hard against the wall, his thick cock driving deep with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the small office. Tyler was moaning steadily now, one hand braced against the wall while Bill’s heavy forearm stayed planted above his head.
Bill leaned in close, his voice low and rough right against Tyler’s ear.
“Fuckin’ knew you’d take it like this,” he growled. “Knew it the second I saw you.”
He fucked him harder, his heavy balls slapping against Tyler’s ass with every stroke. Tyler’s own cock was rock hard and leaking, bouncing untouched between his legs as Bill used him.
After a few more minutes, Bill’s breathing started to get heavier. His thrusts turned shorter and more aggressive. He grabbed Tyler by the hair with his free hand, jerking his head back as he slammed in deep one last time and came with a low, guttural groan.
Tyler felt it — thick, hot pulses of cum flooding deep inside him as Bill ground against his ass, emptying his balls.
Bill stayed buried inside him for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then he slowly pulled out. Cum immediately started leaking from Tyler’s hole and running down the back of his thighs.
Before Tyler could catch his breath, Bill grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around again. He shoved Tyler down to his knees and pushed his cum-slick cock against the boy’s lips.
“Clean it,” Bill ordered.
Tyler opened his mouth without hesitation. Bill pushed his cock in and let Tyler suck him clean, watching with dark, satisfied eyes as the younger man licked and sucked the mess off his shaft.
Bill kept one hand on the back of Tyler’s head, holding him in place while he caught his breath.
“Not bad,” he muttered after a moment, voice still rough. “Not bad at all.”
Tyler stayed on his knees, sucking slowly and thoroughly until Bill’s cock was clean. When he finally pulled off, a thin strand of spit and cum stretched between his lips and the head of Bill’s cock before it broke.
Bill kept his hand on the back of Tyler’s head for a moment longer, thumb brushing lightly over his hair. Then he let go and stepped back.
“Get up,” he said, voice low.
Tyler rose unsteadily to his feet. His legs felt weak, and his hole was sore and leaking. Bill turned away without another word and started getting dressed.
Tyler stood there for a second, watching Bill turn away and pulling his coveralls back on like he was done with him. Something hot and sharp twisted in Tyler’s chest.
Before he even realized what he was doing, Tyler stepped forward, grabbed Bill by the shoulder, and shoved him backward.
“Not yet, fucker,” Tyler growled.
Bill stumbled and dropped heavily into the chair behind him, his coveralls half-zipped and hanging open at the chest. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but before he could speak, Tyler was already on him. He grabbed a fistful of Bill’s hair and forced his head back, then shoved his cock straight into the older man’s mouth.
Bill made a muffled sound of protest, but Tyler didn’t give him time to adjust. He started fucking Bill’s mouth in hard, aggressive thrusts, using his grip on Bill’s hair to hold him in place. Bill’s hands came up to Tyler’s hips, but Tyler slapped them away.
“Keep your fucking hands down,” Tyler snarled, driving his cock deeper into Bill’s throat. “You wanted to use me? Now it’s my turn.”
Bill gagged as Tyler pushed in to the root, holding there for a few seconds before pulling back and fucking his mouth again with rough, relentless strokes. Tyler’s hips snapped forward again and again, the wet, filthy sounds of Bill choking on his cock filling the office. Spit ran down Bill’s chin and dripped onto his chest as Tyler used his mouth like a hole.
It didn’t take long. Tyler had been worked up too long. With a low, guttural groan, he slammed in deep and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum straight down Bill’s throat. He held Bill’s head in place, forcing him to swallow every drop until the last pulse faded.
Tyler pulled out, breathing hard, and looked down at Bill with dark, heated eyes.
“On the floor,” he ordered. “All fours. Now.”
Bill wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, staring up at Tyler like he was seeing him for the first time. For a second, it looked like he might argue. Then he stood up, shoved his coveralls the rest of the way down, and got down on his hands and knees on the carpeted floor without a word.
Tyler dropped to his knees behind him. He grabbed Bill’s ass, spread him open, and buried his face between the older man’s cheeks without hesitation. He licked over Bill’s greasy musky hole in broad, hungry strokes, then pushed his tongue inside, fucking him with it for a few long, wet seconds.
When he pulled back, Tyler spit on Bill’s hole, lined up his cock, and drove into him in one hard thrust.
Bill grunted as Tyler sank in to the hilt. Tyler didn’t give him a second to adjust. He grabbed Bill’s hips and started fucking him with everything he had — deep, brutal strokes that slapped their bodies together and echoed off the walls of the office. Tyler fucked him like he was trying to break him, hips snapping hard and fast, using every ounce of strength he had left.
Bill stayed on his hands and knees, grunting with every deep thrust but not fighting it. Tyler’s grip on his hips was iron-tight as he chased his orgasm, using Bill’s body like he owned it.
With a low, guttural growl, Tyler slammed in deep one last time and came hard. His cock pulsed as he unloaded thick ropes of cum into Bill’s ass, grinding against him as he emptied every drop from his balls. Bill’s hole clenched around him, milking out the last of it.
Tyler stayed buried inside him for a few seconds, breathing heavily. Then he slowly pulled out. Cum immediately began leaking from Bill’s stretched hole and splattering onto the floor.
Tyler stood up, grabbed his cock, and stepped around to Bill’s front. He slapped his cum-smeared cock across Bill’s face — once, then twice — leaving wet streaks across his cheek and lips.
“Now we’re done,” Tyler said, voice low and rough.
Bill didn’t answer. He stayed on his hands and knees for a moment longer, then slowly pushed himself up to his feet. Without a word, he reached for his coveralls and started getting dressed, his movements quiet and deliberate.
Tyler watched him for a second, then moved quietly around the office, gathering his own clothes from where they’d been scattered during the rough fuck.
Neither of them spoke as they dressed. The only sounds were the rustle of fabric and Tyler’s slightly uneven breathing. When Tyler bent down to pick up his shorts, he felt more of Bill’s cum leak out of him and run down the inside of his thigh.
Bill finished first. He zipped up his coveralls and watched Tyler pull his basketball shorts on over his bare ass.
“Tyler.”
Tyler looked over.
Bill met his eyes, calm and direct. “Come by tomorrow morning before you head home.”
It wasn’t a request.
Tyler nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”
Bill gave a short nod, like the matter was settled. He walked over to the door, unlocked it, and stepped out into the shop without another word. Tyler followed a few seconds later, closing the door behind him.
Out in the main shop, Jack was still at the front desk where Tyler had left him, focused on his work. He looked up when he heard them approaching and gave Tyler a casual smile.
“Hey. You good?”
“Yeah,” Tyler said, sliding onto the stool beside the desk. “Bill gave me the grand tour.”
Jack nodded and went back to what he was doing. Tyler stayed there with him for the rest of the shift, casually hanging out while Jack worked. They talked on and off — Tyler asking questions about the shop and Jack explaining things between answering phones and handling paperwork.
Jack stood up from the desk and stretched his back.
“I gotta grab something from the back real quick,” he said to Tyler. “Be right back.”
Tyler nodded. “Take your time.”
Jack walked through the quiet shop toward the rear work area. As he got closer, a low, steady sound reached him — faint moaning, rhythmic and unmistakable. He slowed down and stayed near the edge of the work area, partially hidden behind a stack of tires and equipment.
From where he stood, Dylan was far enough away that Jack could only clearly see his face at first. Dylan was standing but leaning forward against the side of a car, bracing himself with both hands planted on the metal. His head was lowered, but every so often he lifted it, eyes half-closed and mouth open as another moan slipped out of him.
Jack lingered, watching.
After a few seconds, he shifted slightly and focused harder on the scene in front of him. That’s when he noticed Rusty and Coop standing behind Dylan. Both of them were close — very close — their bodies pressed up against Dylan’s. Their hips were moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, and Dylan’s moans were growing heavier, more strained.
It took Jack a moment to understand what he was actually seeing.
Rusty and Coop were both inside Dylan at the same time. Both of their cocks were buried in Dylan’s ass, stretching him wide as they fucked him together in a steady, coordinated pace. Dylan’s fingers were gripping the edge of the car roof tightly, his back arched and his breathing rough and uneven.
Jack stayed where he was for a few more seconds, the realization settling in his chest like a weight. Then he quietly stepped back, turned around, and walked away without making a sound.
When he returned to the front office, he sat down at the desk and stared blankly at the papers in front of him. His jaw was tight and his expression had gone flat and distant.
Tyler glanced over after a moment, immediately noticing the shift in him.
“You okay?” Tyler asked.
Jack didn’t look up right away. When he finally answered, his voice was low and closed off.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m fine.”
Tyler continued hanging out with Jack until his shift finally ended. When Jack shut down the computer, he stayed seated for a moment, staring at the blank screen. Then he stood up slowly, rolling his shoulders without much energy.
“Alright,” he said, his voice low and flat. “I’m done.”
He didn’t stretch or smile like he usually did. He just grabbed his keys off the desk and glanced at Tyler.
“You ready to head out?”
Tyler nodded, watching him. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
Jack didn’t say anything else. He just turned and headed for the door, his posture tighter than it had been earlier.
—
Tyler woke up slowly, face half-buried in a pillow that smelled like Michael’s cologne and sex. The morning light was filtering in through the half-closed blinds. He blinked a few times, then became aware of the warm bodies on either side of him.
Jack was still asleep on his left, breathing slow and deep, one arm draped loosely across Tyler’s waist. Michael was on his right, already awake, lying on his back with one arm tucked behind his head. He glanced over when he felt Tyler stir.
“Morning,” Michael said quietly, voice rough with sleep.
Tyler gave a small, tired smile. “Morning.”
His body ached in a way that told him everything they’d done the night before hadn’t been a dream. Michael reached over and ran a lazy hand down Tyler’s bare back, stopping just above his ass.
“You heading out soon?” he asked.
Tyler nodded. “Yeah. I should get on the road.”
Jack made a quiet sound in his sleep and shifted closer, his arm tightening around Tyler’s waist for a moment before relaxing again. Tyler gently moved Jack’s arm and sat up, careful not to wake him.
He got dressed quietly while Michael watched from the bed. When he was ready, he leaned over and shook Jack’s shoulder lightly.
“Hey,” Tyler said softly. “I’m taking off.”
Jack blinked awake, looking disoriented for a second before his eyes focused. “Shit… already?”
“Yeah. Long drive ahead.”
Jack sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Alright. Drive safe, man.”
Tyler sat on the bed and gave him a long slow kiss, brushed his fingers across the sleepy blond's cum-crusty face, then turned to Michael, who was still lying back against the pillows.
“Thanks for letting me crash,” Tyler said.
Michael smiled faintly. “Anytime. Thanks for visiting.”
Tyler gave him a small nod, then grabbed his bag and headed for the door. As he stepped out into the hallway, he already knew he wasn’t going straight home.
He was going to make one stop first.
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