Narokh (a Male Anubian Jackal) steps out of the teleport booth. Jackals in general are very underrepresented and the anubian kind are even less common. Fortunately Narokh is here to make up for some of that. The first thing one might notice is that he is uncharacteristically tall for his species, standing at a good 6'8" and his ears also add a few more inches to the overall value. He also lacks the slim build his kind generally come with, bearing a noticeably well-defined musculature at first glance. Unlike a lot of his kind, Narokh bears a kind of musculature not uncommon for an ancient warrior. It all starts with his neck extending into broad, sturdy shoulders bearing thick arms lined with powerful, corded muscles. His hands are fully humanoid in appearance, sporting four fingers and an opposable thumb with a short black claw on each digit manicured to keep its sharpness in check. Two firm slabs of muscle make up his pectorals with an ebon nipple crowning each and his stomach is lined with six solid pieces of muscle forming a deliciously sculpted six-pack. The jackal's legs bear broad thighs and sturdy calves, continuing the example set by his upper body, ending in plantigrade feet with each toe bearing the same black claw as his fingers and pedicured meticulously for convenience. Electra ponders.. Narokh /and/ Nefer.. Two Anubian Jackals! Narokh . o O (Or double-team a firelizard.) Narokh promptly dips his head to Nefer in return. Narokh whispers, "Narokh doesn't know why the jackaless wouldn't be fond of the firelizard...but he seems to like what he sees to the point where he does exactly what your badge encourages, landing a hand on the firelizard's ass and give it a few nice, firm squeezes through her gown once he is close enough." to you. Jackals in general are very underrepresented and the anubian kind are even less common. Fortunately Narokh is here to make up for some of that. The first thing one might notice is that he is uncharacteristically tall for his species, standing at a good 6'8" and his ears also add a few more inches to the overall value. He also lacks the slim build his kind generally come with, bearing a noticeably well-defined musculature at first glance. Unlike a lot of his kind, Narokh bears a kind of musculature not uncommon for an ancient warrior. It all starts with his neck extending into broad, sturdy shoulders bearing thick arms lined with powerful, corded muscles. His hands are fully humanoid in appearance, sporting four fingers and an opposable thumb with a short black claw on each digit manicured to keep its sharpness in check. Two firm slabs of muscle make up his pectorals with an ebon nipple crowning each and his stomach is lined with six solid pieces of muscle forming a deliciously sculpted six-pack. The jackal's legs bear broad thighs and sturdy calves, continuing the example set by his upper body, ending in plantigrade feet with each toe bearing the same black claw as his fingers and pedicured meticulously for convenience. You whisper, "Electra has no idea, but for some reason the other jackel hates her. However she IS a friendly firelizard and dosen't seem to mind the fondling and suqeezing of her rump at all, just relaxing back against the paw and letting it play freely with her." to Narokh. Narokh whispers, "Narokh doesn't think he can do much about the other jackal. But maybe he can make up for SOME of that, hmm? He promptly splays his fingers along the firelizard's rump and motions it around in slow, circling moves, doling out the occasional squeeze and even encouraging the firelizard a bit closer to his frame, soon putting his other hand to good use and gently stroking it up and down her waist." to you. You whisper, "Electra has no idea either, shame, she likes a well hung girl. But for the moment she seems happy to have paws stroking down over her rump, her heavy tail swaying back to bump against your fingers and wiggles back against you, pressing her wings lightly to your chest and tailbase to your lap as your paws brush over the side and slide over the extreamly thin feeling fabric, letting you feel even some of the detail of her scales through it." to Narokh. Narokh whispers, "Narokh seems to take things casually for the time being, since the firelizard isn't showing any signs of not liking his attention. The jackal slowly steps up behind her and lets his hands roam free along her body once he's had his share of her rump and waist. Those two broad arms slowly snake around her chest with each hand coming up to a breast and cupping those lovely orbs, using his newfound hold on her to gently ease her back against his body, bringing his muzzletip to her cheek for a rumble. "I like what I see. Very much so. I'm quite tempted to express my appreciation to a greater extent..." He says softly while fondling those breasts." to you. You whisper, "Electra also seems happy to just enjoy the touches, strokng over and playing with her, she rocks back against and curls her tail against your leg a little with a few rubs, she relaxes in against you and seems quite happy for your fingers slide up to cup and play with her breasts, her nipples being easly felt through her top as she twists her head to nuzzle back a little.. <> she teases." to Narokh. Narokh whispers, "Narokh doesn't immediately answer the dragoness. Instead, when she angles her head towards his, he brings his right hand to her cheek to keep her muzzle in that position so that he can rub his lips along her jawline and pepper her with a few soft kisses, each one angled a little higher along her jawline until he ends up at her cheek for a murmur, "I wouldn't mind if you didn't. But if you want to...we can arrange that, too. There certainly are possibilities..." The jackal promptly lets go of her cheek and bends his knees to lower himself a bit, wrapping his free arm around her belly to hold her in a deeper embrace so that he can guarantee she gets to see the fat tip protruding against the middle section of his shendyt and her gown, showcasing some of the jackal's excitement." to you. You whisper, "Electra remains relaxed in against you, a kiss is returned and she relaxes, nosing up against a few times and nodding her head.. <> she says with a smile, moving with you as you guide her around and pull her in to tease a shape against her front to draw her attention down to that exposed tip, her paw moves to brush the folds of cloth aside as her fingers explore the shape downwards and into your own shendyt.. <> she agrees.." to Narokh. > Character Info for: Narokh Character: There was a time when Anubis was associated with Death, his roles involving weighing the heart of the deceased and guiding them into the afterlife if they were found worthy, embalming the deceased, and protecting their tombs. Over the millenia, this view began to erode as depictions involving more and more sexual aspects of Anubis were made. Nowadays, many view him as some sort of Jackal God of Lust. Narokh, for all intents and purposes, is a manifestation of this fantasy, an avatar taking the form of his image - or at least what many consider to be his image - and representing the more lustful, depraved, and hedonistic side of the Jackal God. As such, while he requires no food nor water or even sleep to exist, he still indulges in such activities. This also means that he can come and go from one day to another and although he is essentially a mere manifestation, his actions tend to be all too real. Preference: Although technically bisexual, Narokh prefers females and hermaphrodites in that order. Any other gender is extremely unlikely to pique his interest unless he happens to be in a specific mood. He is also very picky - sometimes to a fault - but he'd rather tell one painful truth than a hundred sweet lies. Regardless of gender, he absolutely loves topping someone who's considerably bigger than himself and while he isn't one for being submissive, he is completely fine with treating others as equals as default. When it comes to one's participation, proactivity is often valued higher than reactivity and confident women will garner his attention a lot sooner than the more shy types. For species preference, please see the 'Species' section below. > "cinfo Narokh " to display. Narokh whispers, "Narokh lets out a soft huff against the firelizard's neck, dipping his head and pressing a few kisses onto the side of her neck as he embraces her, shifting his legs wider apart so that she has fairly easy access to the canine's goods. His shendyt is likely easier to ease aside than the dragoness' gown at first try and when she does, her hand is first met with a fat, bulbous tip coated in a thin layer of what must be some sort of natural lubricant, followed by what may feel like a consistent girth of cock..unfortunately the jackal doesn't let the dragoness feel up too much back there before he's whispering against her cheek. "I've an idea." And with that, he promptly pulls himself away and lets his garment fall back in place, concealing most of the goods. He promptly makes his way over to the nearest empty bench to sit on it, spreading his legs more than wide enough for the dragon to catch sight of that tented garment before he motions her over first with a wave of an arm, and then by patting his t" to you. Narokh whispers, "and then by patting his thigh." to you. You whisper, "Electra closes her fingers around that girth, stroking downwards along that shape, her fingers playing with the shape of the fat golden tip, stroking around and exploring down along the shape beyond, letting her fingers spread around it and work her way further down before her paw is pulled away and she is left with damp fingers. She noses back a moment and watches as the fabric falls over that arousal to hide all but a hinted bulge. She watches as you walk over to the bench and with a smile, follows, the dragoness looks over the canine a moment before she climbs up into his lap, making sure that her gown isn't caught under her knees by brushing her fingers up along the front where a seam parts so by the time she's straddling your lap, her rump on your knees the gown is open to just below her breasts, leaving a triangular shape of exposed scales that include her belly, thighs and the bare curve of her noticably damp slit bewteen her thighs." to Narokh. Narokh whispers, "Narokh is doing his best to keep his shendyt in place so as to give the crowd the impression that he's merely about to enjoy a bit of intimate snuggling with the dragoness, especially when she climbs up into his lap and parts some of her gown, offering the jackal a much better view of her shapely frame. Without delay, the jackal eases his left arm around her waist and pulls her in, simultaneously easing the center piece of his garment aside so as to leave his shendyt on...but make the underside of his shaft nudge right up against her slit. "Mmh. Lovely." He says softly, slowly rolling his hips against the dragoness and lifting his head to plant a loving kiss on her cheek, a whisper following up his move. "Now sit." Proper, that is. The jackal uses his hold on her to drag his length downwards until his swollen tip is nudging against her nether lips, only to pull the dragoness downwards and slip that girth into her" to you. Narokh whispers, "exhaling against her cheek as his glans nudge into her, followed by inch after inch of jackalcock sinking into her slippery depths...and yet their clothes and her tail conceal the explicit details from any onlookers." to you. You whisper, "Electra is sure that is the impression they'll get once your inside her anyway. Being lifted up like that and pressed in against you, the firmness teasing against her scales and rocks slightly, looking down to get a better view of what she's about to ride down onto as your tip nudges against her bare mound, helping to settle your crown into place againt her wet mound, she rocks again and presses downwards slightly and helps to sit herself in your lap, letting out a small gasp as the crown pops inside followed by those thick, pussy streching inches that sink into her bare heat, her gown remains draped over her hips, your paws keeping it from being pulled back too far as she feels the jackel's aprecation nudging in further, wondering how long he is and knowing she's going to find out one way or the other.." to Narokh. Narokh ahems. "It's 'cyka' and 'blyat'." Narokh says, "Or at least that's how you spell it with non-cyrillic letters, I think." Narokh whispers, "Narokh's length is not gold colored like some...sources...might suggest. Instead, it's as dark as the rest of his pelt if not a shade or two darker. Judging from an initial glance, it measures somewhere around ten-eleven inches with a consistent girth of some three inches. Unfortunately there is no indication of a knot being present whatsoever. Still, he likes to think he can offer the dragoness a good time, pulling her down and progressively sheathing himself deeper and deeper into her until either his tip can't press into her any further...or his furred sheath manages to kiss up against her slit. Either way, the canine rearranges his arms, the right one above her tailbase and the other around her lower back shortly before beginning to slowly but steadily guide the dragoness along his meat, pulling her back and forth just to make it look like they are merely grinding against one another, tip spraying a hot load of pre right into her depths." to you. Narokh says, "Vaffanculo..." Narokh says, "Minestrone! Cazzo! Tortelini!" Narokh says, "...Am I doing it right?" Narokh says, "Pure quality. Do you do YCHs, too?" Narokh says, "Preferably for $2000+ each, yes?" Narokh pats Niva's shoulder. Kidding! You whisper, "Electra finds, after the plump crown is squeezed inside that the shape behind isn't too much thinner, keeping her streched and tight over that impressive shape. That blue slit, now pulled into a tight ring around that shape gets to feel every detail, vein and bump slipping into her as well as making her go slower than she might otherwise as she's pulled down, you can feel those strong muscles being pushed open and small rocks work that dark tip deeper. Her arousal and plentiful pre making sure every inch of penitration is well lubricated and that nothing stops you from hilting and pressing your sheath against her spread mound to further tease her. That streched blue tunnel is a good foot deep but the extra girth has to be accomdiated for somehow so in the process of being pulled wider she looses a little depth, just enough so that when you grip her hips and grind her down your cockeye softly kisses her bare cervix each time and after a few moments of grinding is soaked with your pre, the sensasions mak" to Narokh. You whisper, "sensasions makign ehr tighten around you and groan, pressing in close against." to Narokh. Narokh says, "Yep. The other half are adoptables and Patreon advertisements." Narokh whispers, "Narokh's toes curl in the grass in front of the bench when his bulbous tip is felt nudging up against the dragoness' cervical ring for the first time, the lovely touch coaxing a soft exhale from the canine who soon picks up the pace on his end, not only strengthening his hold around the dragoness but dipping his right hand lower until he's grasping a handful of her rump, using his hold to guide her up and down his maleness. The rhythmic movements soon cause most of the center piece of his shendyt to slide aside, allowing her to feel the jackal's nuts clapping against her nether lips each time he bottoms out within her, shaft pulsating vigorously within her depths. "Rrrh, that's the stuff..." He groans out onto her cheek before pushing her upper body away a bit so that he can dip his head and nuzzle the gown aside a bit more, exposing just enough of a breast to slurp her nipple into his mouth, eyes lidding as he begins to nurse on her, tongue" to you. Narokh whispers, "swirling and grinding against and around that pert orb of flesh while she bounces, slick insides made to accomodate the canine again and again as he entrenches that hefty length within her taut depths!" to you. Narokh is also firm...in places. :> You whisper, "Electra rocks slightly and settles down, to get last little inch to press right against her limit you do need to push her firmly down into your lap but it's easy enough to do, the fat crown helping to seal the pool of pre around that inner gate as she moves to relax herself inwards against your front, suqeezing and relaxing as she helps herself be rocked up an inch or two and back down as the paws hold and help to guide her, letting you set the pace and depth of thrusts, just putting enough of her own strength into it to balance her weight so she's easier to move. Her breasts sliding and rubbing aganst your chest under her top and those heavy balls start to bump and slap against the base of that thick tail that soon is draped down bewteen your own spread knees, letting her feel what is on the other end of the cockhead that kisses against the entrence to her womb at the end of each push. She leans back just a little, moving in place and with her gown easly opened further her blue breasts, nipples in dar" to Narokh. You whisper, "nipples in dark royal blue on show to be teased and played with as she lets out muffled groans, trying to keep her own sounds quiet as the veiny length strokes through her again and again, sending shudders out as she gets to feel every last inch you have to offer." to Narokh. Narokh whispers, "Narokh tries to keep things discrete by soon leaning across and tending to the dragoness' other nipple, glancing up at her as he nurses on her nipple, lips pursed around it and bestowing some eager, lustful suctions around the targeted nipple while bouncing her up and down his maleness. By now the jackal is giving it to her at a pretty steady pace to the point where there are a number of occasions where his nuts clap against her slit with that trademark smack-like sound. Although their clothes do a fairly good job of covering up most of the explicit details, the way the jackal is breathing, the various sounds the dragoness is trying to stifle, not to mention the rhythmic motions they are putting on the bench is very likely to betray the true nature of their encounter...but it's not like the jackal cares about it at this point. His tongue laps at the dragoness' breasts with need, leaving behind a thin coat of saliva as he expresses his approval for" to you. Narokh whispers, "that particular asset of hers...then again, with the way he's bouncing her, it's safe to say he approves of her visage and eagerness as a whole! "Rrrh, can't take much more..." He growls out softly, bringing his head up to her cheek to murmur a question, "...do you want the knot?"" to you. You whisper, "Electra moves in against you with a shiver and arching upwards a moment, while at the starts indeed things might be passed off and even towards the end the clothes do a good job of hiding everything from view from anyone who isn't sitting right next to either of them on the bench, the heavy smack of those now wet balls against the base of her thick tail as she's dropped down and the arch as she's pulled back up again with groans, every stroke making her breasts bounce under her gown, by the time you lick over and playw ith her nipples enough the most well shown off thing would be her breats and again mostly from the sides, the girthy black shaft being sunk into her again and again more something heard than seen and she gasps again every time you bump against her limit, reminding the pair just how deep you can touch the blue girl's womenhood as she rides that bare length, a good amount of pre already pushed past that inner gate and all she can do is nod her head, panting quicker at the question even wit" to Narokh. You whisper, "without thinking about about what form this as yet unfelt knot will take." to Narokh. Narokh 5m Male Anubian Jackal Narokh whispers, "Narokh saw the nod...and judging from the grin he flashes her, her wish will be granted. She doesn't even have to wait long for it because a few moments after her 'answer', she gets to feel a slight bump at the base of the jackal's shaft, a bump that begins to grow, expand and swell with eagerness as the canine nears his climax, putting some effort into making sure his glans bump against her cervical ring each time he bottoms out within her...and then his knot gets thick enough to actually make some popping sounds as it is slid in and out of her, causing the jackal to grit his teeth and forcing him to slow down somewhat not because of himself...but to make sure the dragoness can accomodate its girth to an extent. For a moment or two, he ends up knotfucking her, pushing and pulling that particular canine anatomy in and out of her until he can't take it anymore. With one final pull, he grunts out, squeezing the dragoness and pulling her in against his frame, meshing her breasts" to you. Narokh whispers, "against his chest and promptly tying with her. Even if his glans don't get to pierce into her cervix, his cumslit is lined up with the hole of that ring and soon enough, the jackal is releasing within her, groaning out hotly as his shaft twitches within her depths, keeping her walls parted wide around his girth as he erupts, flooding her womb and cervix with his seed, heavy torrents of sperm-laden goodness bursting from his shaft, copious pulses of white hot casting millions upon millions of whip-tailed swimmers deep into her!" to you. You whisper, "Electra paws grip your sholders as she rides up and down over that shape, she seems slightly releaved when the knot is at the base of that shaft and is just previously not felt instead of being extra length that might be too much to take too quickly. The streching does make her gasp out and dig in her claws further as she feels herself being opened up, the smooth pull as she's tugged upwards to have it slip free only for the next push to open her back up so her pussylips slide down over the back of it and that fat crown digging into her cervix further with the heavy throbs deep inside her. With some time and effort the dragoness could be knotfucked and streched to an impressive size but happening as quickly as it is there she's rapidly getting too tight and she's pulled down hard as that knot grows beyond what that already tightly streched dragoness pussy can fit and she finds it trapping her in place. Once more that extra space needs to come from someware and once more she looses a little depth to han" to Narokh. You whisper, "handle that so by the time the knot has swolen to it's full size instead of just bumping against her cervix at the end of each push that ring is pulled down hard against your crown, streching the limit of her tunnel over that girth so not only is that drooling cumslit aligned with the gate of her womb but it's pulled down tightly enough to spread it a little and give thsoe heavy balls clear access to the dragoness' reproductive system so when your climax forces the last of the pre out of your cock ahead of your sperm it splatters smoothly over her bare walls, coating it in your fluids and preparing her body for the waves of swimmers that flood into her womb.. Able to do nothing but hold on tight and shudder in powerfull climax as each throb of those balls against the base of her tail is felt becoming a pulse traveling up along the burried length to bloom out as heat inside her body!" to Narokh. Narokh whispers, "Narokh is resting his muzzle on the dragoness' shoulders, broad arms squeezing her almost possessively as he climaxes within her beautiful body, though definitely not strong enough to, say, squeeze the air out of her! It does, however, restrict her movements to essentially gripping the jackal and maybe moving her head and arms. That's it. There's a delightful snarl rising from the male's throat and from beyond gritted teeth, some actually strong enough to make his pectorals vibrate a bit against her breasts as he sprays his gift into her receptive body. He has absolutely no idea whether they're even compatible or if his seed will even take...but that doesn't stop him from making the occasional nudge against her even if it does feel like it's more out of instinct than anything. When his cusp is reached, glans buried within her cervix, all that white hot is cast right into that heated life-well within her" to you. Narokh whispers, "her body forced to begin accomodating the jackal's seed as millions of miniscule swimmers race into her depths to claim their rightful place regardless of whether they actually have a chance to do so or not. With the volume of seed he releases into her, it's only a matter of time until the rest of her passage is flooded with his gift and that's where his knot comes into play, holding up the overwhelming majority of his essence and letting only a few droplets leak from around his shaft. Slowly the tension in his body dissipates along with his climax, leaving the jackal leaning back against the backrest and pulling the dragoness along with him, loosening his hold around her and letting out a low moan as the last drops of his gift are pumped into her. "Nnnh, by the Spirits..." He murmurs out, huffing." to you. Narokh says, "Them tits, though." You whisper, "Electra holds on tight as she shudders and arches up against, the heavy throbs pulsing through her as each jet of cum is forced beyond that barrier, the short thrusting bumps helping to push gasps from her before she sinks back down again slightly, the knot ensuring that perfict inner seal, she can just about feel the male's cumslit opening and closing into the just-enough spread gate of her cervix as each pulse of fertile cum is pushed through, the force of the first few jets enough to hit her back wall and splatter the entrence to her faloptian tubes to give some of those swimmers a head start compared to the followup pulses, letting them try their luck against her eggs even as more and more backup swimmers are pushed in, flooding her with that potent breeding batter. The perfict, tight seal making sure that very little actually is pushed back around your crown, making a slightly bulge press back against your belly, those balls will make her womb heavy thanks to their volume alone, some might dribble" to Narokh. You whisper, "some might dribble down to escape and soak your sheath and her thighs but such a good fit keeps this to mimimal levels. Her own climax continuing on a bit past your own, even as your starting to rest and just throb inside her those strong muscles tighten and relax, milking out the last drop as she shudders hard, her weight and that knot keeping her in place, ensuring even those last swimmer have a try at streching her womb over more than just cum.. Her breathing deep and strong shudders running through her as she settles a little, clearlty not up for more than swimming in her own little world of pleasure for the moment." to Narokh. Narokh whispers, "Narokh doesn't know whether his seed will take or not and - as mentioned before - isn't even sure they are compatible...but there is something thrilling about knowing his swimmers are doing their best to fulfill their nature-intended duty and his knot ensures little of that white hot oozes out. After a few moments of just relaxing against the bench, he cups the dragon's cheek to angle her muzzle high enough to exchange a loving kiss with her, touching his furred lips to hers a few times before bringing both hands to her side...to actually ease some of her gown back in place, partially covering her breasts in the process. "That was absolutely delightful. Perhaps we should do this again soon, don't you think?" He says with a smile." to you. Narokh . o O (Proper 'massage'...) You whisper, "Electra tightens and relaxes around that thickness with small groans and relaxing a little with and shudders, she relaxes a little and as she settles, for as long as your knot remains inside her your tip is kept pressed right gaainst her limit, letting her body slowly tighten up to help seal that seed inside, still sometimes gripping down for a few long moments and relaxing again with a nuzzle up with a kiss, she licks up against your muzzle, pressing her breasts in against you and settles against and getting comftable in in your lap and relaxing a little and rumbles, she gets comftables and setteling in against and strokes your belly a little.. <> she says." to Narokh. Narokh 12m Male Anubian Jackal Narokh nothing wrong with sharkbutts. Narokh whispers, "Narokh does his best to make it possible for the dragoness to get as comfortable in his lap as she can. After all, with his knot embedded her...she's going to be stuck there for a short while! He dips his head to steal a few more of those soft kisses right off of her lips before resting his snoutbridge on her forehead, leaving behind a couple soft smooches there as well! "Am I now? Good!" He murmurs, putting on a light grin before leaning back to rest against the bench and take the belly strokes like a man. Admittedly the heat and their rigorous activities caused some sweat to form on his body, leaving dark, damp lines in his fur. Her hand is bound to stroke across such an area as it goes but the jackal doesn't seem to mind the heat as much." to you. Narokh hmms. He might have to consider asking Surf to give him a massage like that. You whisper, "Electra just lets her weight settle in place and gives you a lick. She moves her in place and snuggles in against with a suqeeze around you, she gives you a kiss back and relaxes in against you, resting her head on your sholder, eyes half-closed and relaxing and strokes a little, her fingers caressing a little up and down a few times.. <> she teases as she she seems to not mind your scent covering her too." to Narokh. Narokh 5m Male Anubian Jackal Narokh whispers, "Narokh mmhs and turns his head to kiss the dragoness' cheek, easing his muzzle to hers shortly before she lays her head on his shoulder to rest there, the jackal lidding his eyes for the time being as he revels in the afterglow, tone laden with amusement as he speaks, "You don't seem to mind. Besides, you weren't obligated to accept my invitation, you CHOSE this path...and now you've been bred and knotted!"" to you. You whisper, "Electra nods her head a little as she relaxes, a few suqeezes as she feels her body start to get more used to you and settle around the shape as you simply throb deep inside her, resting there and nodding.. <> she agrees." to Narokh. Narokh whispers, "Narokh quirks an eye ridge and glances down at the dragoness. "...You do know cumming inside someone often means breeding them, eh? Even if one's seed doesn't take! One comes from the other...and I like finishing inside my partners." He rumbles, kissing her cheek again before rubbing his lips against the topside of her head. "By the way, you can call me Narokh."" to you. Narokh whispers, "Narokh OOC should get some lunch and tend to a few errands so he thinks we should pause here for now, if that's okay with you!" to you. You whisper, "Electra nuzzles and nodnods. Thats OK. You can try her for fit again another time." to Narokh. >P> In a page-pose to you, Narokh will most certainly try! It's only a matter of time... 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