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ComiCon: The Right Costume.
Mike has an intense encounter with mysterious cosplayers.
Based on a post by Alex Raistov, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The con has been fairly packed this year. And now that they're getting some big name guests, like
Doctor Who's Matt Smith and Alex Kingston are here. I think it's going to
give Fan Expo Boston a run for its money. Hell, maybe even New York ComiCon. I
think the fact that the convention center is connected to the hotel is a huge
advantage.It was worth my drive down from Portland, Maine.
The contest was at 2pm this afternoon, so I wanted to head over
and register early. Making my way through the crowds, I got stopped a couple of
times to do the "Gaston Pose" with the Wolverine claws popped out. There
was even a couple dressed as Beauty and the Beast, so we got a couple of pics
together.
Needless to say, I got there later than I expected, so I was
second to last in line. But it was fine because while I was waiting my turn to
go up on stage, I found myself chatting with a dude from New York who was up
with his buddy for the weekend. The guy was dressed as mashup of Deadpool and
Eleven from Stranger Things. It was hysterical: a full Deadpool costume but
with a blonde wig and dress.
We got to talking about the con and cosplaying and after a few minutes
he said with a chuckle, "Dude, be careful. I think the local law
enforcement is checking you out."
I gave him a strange look because I had no fucking clue what he
was talking about. He motioned with his head and I turned around.
So picture this: two girls, both in variations of the 'Slave
Leia' bikini from 'Return of the Jedi.' One girl's costume was all white and
she was wearing a Stormtrooper helmet. The other was in all black, wearing a
Darth Vader mask and a flowing cape.
And holy shit their bodies were fucking amazing. You know I've
always been a boob man. Both girls were easily 32-34B and their brassieres were
doing a wonderful job of highlighting their fantastic assets. Both of them had stunning
hourglass figures. When 'Madame Vader' turned and leaned in to say something to
her Stormtrooper, it was pretty clear by the amount of skin she was showing,
there was most likely nothing under the long black loincloth.
I watched as the Stormtrooper nodded to something 'Madame Vader'
said. At this point I didn't know what else to call her. She then lifted her
prop gun and started walking in our direction.
"You're in for it now man," said Eleven Deadpool.
The sexy Stormtrooper came right up to me and pointed her
weapon.
"You.
Rebel Scum," she barked, "You're to come with me immediately."
I raised my eyebrow, my cigar jammed firmly in my teeth. I
figured what the hell, if we were gonna do this, have fun with it. "Rebel
scum?" I growled, "Sweetheart, do I look like rebel scum to
you?"
The trooper pressed the nozzle of her weapon into my chest. "Now."
I glanced over to Eleven Deadpool who shrugged, "Don't look
at me man. I'm a mercenary, remember?"
I leaned in towards the Stormtrooper and grunted, "You
know, no one fights like Gaston. And with these claws I bet it would be an
interesting fight. But okay, I'm game."
As I stepped away from the line, I heard my new friend shout, "Vaya
Con Dios, my son! Go with God.
The Stormtrooper led me over to 'Madame Vader' who had her hands
on her curvy hips. I also got a chance to admire her thigh-high black boots,
laced up the front with buckles going up the sides. She had a black belt around
her waist which hung a light saber hilt. As I got closer and saw a tan line on
her exposed hip, I was convinced more than ever that she was wearing nothing
underneath.
'Madame Vader' looked at me from head to toe.
"Something I can do for you?" I said in my best Hugh
Jackman voice.
For a moment she stood there silently. I almost expected to hear
the raspy Vader breathing.
"You!" she said finally in a commanding but very
sultry voice, "will follow me. There will be no questions. Is that
understood?"
So okay, you know I don't like games or bullshit or anything
like that. But there was something about this situation...I'm just gonna say
it: I got rock hard. I swore my dick was going to explode out of my pants.
Again, I can practically hear you laughing. But we've always
been pretty open about this kind of shit, so obviously I'm not going to stop
now.
Anyway, I rubbed my scruffy chin, (careful not to poke myself
with my claws, and took the cigar out of my mouth.
"You're Jedi mind tricks ain't working here, sister," I
snarled, "But I'll play along for now."
Without another word, she turned, her cloak sweeping behind her.
I felt a poke in my back: the Stormtrooper was nudging me to start moving.
I followed 'Madame Vader' around a large curtain that led to
behind the stage. From there we walked to a set of doors that led to a
maintenance corridor. Now I'm not going to lie, this was all starting to make
me a little bit nervous. Sexy as these two were, I had no idea who they were, what
they looked like under their helmets or what was really going on. I was just
about to say enough is enough and head back into the main convention floor when
we stopped in front of another door marked "storage."
'Madame Vader' reached down with one of her gloved hands and
pulled down on the handle, opening the door.
"Inside," she commanded. I looked at her and the
Stormtrooper, who appeared to be setting up for guard duty. I shrugged and
stepped inside.
The room was full of stacked chairs and folding tables. One
table was set up with a few chairs around it. There were some papers on top of
it. My guess is some of the Con organizers had probably used this room for
planning the floor layout.
The door closed and it was just me and 'Madame Vader' in the
room. As she walked past me, her hands lifted up and unlocked the chain holding
her cape together. She let it drop to the floor.
With the cloak gone, I was able to get a better look at her
body. The thin straps of her black brassiere didn't fully cover her tan lines,
so I could tell she definitely enjoyed spending time in the sun. She was also
more toned than I realized, though her hips still had a very lovely curve to them.
Sure enough, the rear loincloth, which had up until now been hidden by her
cape, was a little bit narrower than the front one, and her amazing ass, cheeks
were poking out ever so slightly on either side.
With her still to me, she turned her masked head slightly.
"I understand no one fights like Gaston," she said,
continuing with a deep, ominous voice.
"So I hear," I replied gruffly.
"I wonder," she said with a dramatic pause, "if
no one fucks like Gaston?"
Now you know it takes a hell of a lot to throw me for a loop and
leave me speechless. But there I was, eyes wide and my mouth partially open in
shock.
'Madame Vader' removed her gloves, revealing black nail polish
on perfectly manicured fingers.
"No response?" she mused, "Well perhaps not in
words. But other parts of you appear to," she pointed at my bulging
crotch, "be speaking for themselves."
Now let me just remind you, she was still wearing that fucking
helmet. I literally had no idea who this person was.
And, God help me, I was turned on like never before.
She
walked over and sat on the edge of the folding table, her legs spread and the
black loincloth falling between them. Slowly she lifted the cloth to the side,
confirming what I had all but surmised from the minute I saw her.
Her
bare pussy was now right there for me to see. Her puffy pink lips were wide
open, glistening and extremely inviting.
"This is fucking crazy." I said aloud.
"The door is right behind you," 'Madame Vader' replied
nonchalantly, "My guard is only outside to ensure we are not disturbed. If
you wish to leave you can at any time."
She reached down between her legs and spread her pussy lips
wider while her fingers began to explore her tantalizing, wet hole.
"Alternatively, you could come over here, eat me out and
then bend me over this table and fuck me from behind."
So again, you know it takes a lot to stun me. And believe me, I
was stunned.
But I'm also not fucking stupid.
I removed my gloves with the Wolverine claws built in and set
them on the closest chair next to me. I then made my way over to the table and
sank to my knees in front of 'Madame Vader.'
I inhaled the wonderful, sweet musky smell that was coming from
her pussy. I was just about to dive in when I stopped and looked up at her, "I
don't suppose you're taking that off, are you?"
"Are you going to ask questions that you already know the
answer to, or are you going to begin," she said ominously.
I shook my head, "No ma'am." I replied and dove into
her beautiful, wet slit.
I let my tongue casually explore her red pussy lips, enjoying
the sweet and savory flavor. There was an aching moan from under the mask.
"More," she whimpered, dropping the authoritative tone
in her voice.
My tongue began to flick up and down quickly. Her hands slammed
down and gripped the edge of the table as she began to grind her pelvis in my
face.
I brought my hand up to my mouth and paused my licking just
briefly to lick my thumb. As I resumed, I let my thumb slip into the upper
folds of her slit, searching for her clit. It wasn't hard to find -- it was
like a small cherry pit, hard and inviting. Her breaths came shallow and for a
moment I wondered if she was going to pass out under the helmet.
"Please," she begged without the slightest hint of any
of her former bravado, "Oh God, I'm so close."
My thumb kept playing with her pulsing button as I licked feverishly.
After several more seconds I withdrew my thumb and attacked her clit directly
with my tongue.
That was the right move to push her right over the edge.
"Oh my god oh my god oh my God," she cried under her
mask, "I'm coming. Oh Jesus yes! Yes!"
Her body convulsed and contorted as my face was showered by her
intense orgasm. I kept lapping though, enjoying the sweet juices slicking her
thighs and my face.
Slowly, her tremors began to subside as she leaned back onto her
elbows on the table.
I stood up over her. "Are you sure you don't want to take
that mask off?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"I," she stammered, still slightly out of breath, "I
like it this way."
She shifted forward off the table and stood in front of me.
"And now," she said, trying to regain some of her
earlier in-character composure, "I believe you have another service to
provide." She reached forward and unbuckled my costume belt, letting it
drop to the floor. She then lifted up my shirt slightly and undid my pants. Her
fingers grasped the fabric of both my pants and underwear and pulled down,
freeing my throbbing and aching cock.
"Excellent." 'Madame Vader' said with a slight nod, "I
was right to choose you."
She turned around and bent over the table, resting on her
forearms. I took a step forward and lifted the rear loincloth of her costume,
exposing a perfectly tanned ass (string bikinis for the win). I adjusted my
position, spread her cheeks slightly and guided myself into her soaking wet
hole.
Her pussy lips wrapped perfectly around the head of my cock and
we stayed in that position for a moment. Then slowly I inched forward until I
was completely buried inside her.
"Yes," she hissed softly. I placed my hands on her
hips and began slow, rhythmic motions. She was so wet, every thrust was a silky
smooth ride. But I could still feel her pussy walls constrict around my shaft
every time I moved back and forth. Her body began to match my movements, her
ass and pelvis pushing backwards against me.
There was a brief moment when I was extremely tempted to reach
forward and attempt to knock the helmet off her head. Would she stop this
incredible moment or were we too far gone that she wouldn't care? But the sound
of her ass slapping against my lower abdomen shook me out of the thought.
"Fuck it," I think I said out loud as I increased the
speed of my thrusts.
"Yes baby," she cried, "Yes, god yes. Come for me
baby. Come inside me." Before I could protest, she added, "It's fine.
I'm protected. Just come. Come deep inside me, please!"
I continued pumping her pussy until I felt that familiar
tingling sensation at the base of my cock.
I started tensing up, "Oh fuck, I'm coming!" I thrust
one final time and stayed there as far in her as I could while my sperm erupted
from my dick, filling the depths of her pussy.
She gasped, "Oh god, I can feel you filling me up so
much!" She wasn't kidding, because just a few seconds later I felt the
wonderful mix of her juices and my cum spilling out of her pussy. I took a step
back, then pivoted so that I was leaning against the table next to her.
"That was," I gasped, still trying to guess what she
looked like under the mask, "insane."
Slowly, she rose off the table, the loincloth slipping back down
on its own to cover her bare ass.
"Seriously," I said, watching as she silently stepped
over to pick up her cloak and gloves, "please tell me who the hell you
are. Or that we can meet up again?"
She made her way to the door and stopped. Her hands slowly made
their way up towards her helmet and grasped it on both sides.
And then they dropped back down.
"If you find me," came the ominous voice from under
the mask, "then we will see."
She opened the door, where I caught a glimpse of her friend
waiting, and slipped out.
The door closed behind her, leaving me in the room in a daze
with my pants half way down my legs and my flaccid, wet dick now feeling the
chill of the storage room's air conditioning.
Realizing there was no one outside guarding the room anymore, I
quickly zipped up, gathered my costume accessories and got the fuck out of the
room. I stumbled into the hallway and made my way quickly back to the
convention hall. Naturally neither girl was anywhere to be seen in a crowd of
other cosplayers and attendees. I made my way out of the convention center,
back through to the hotel and came up to my room.
And that's where I am right now.
Needless to say I have no clue who won the cosplay contest.
Maybe Deadpool/Eleven.
And of course I can hear you saying, "I think I pretty much
'won' anyway!" LOL
But seriously, I have to find her again. There's two more days
left to the con.
I'll keep you posted.
By AlexRaistov, for Literotica
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ComiCon: The Right Costume.
Mike has an intense encounter with mysterious cosplayers.
Based on a post by Alex Raistov, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The con has been fairly packed this year. And now that they're getting some big name guests, like
Doctor Who's Matt Smith and Alex Kingston are here. I think it's going to
give Fan Expo Boston a run for its money. Hell, maybe even New York ComiCon. I
think the fact that the convention center is connected to the hotel is a huge
advantage.It was worth my drive down from Portland, Maine.
The contest was at 2pm this afternoon, so I wanted to head over
and register early. Making my way through the crowds, I got stopped a couple of
times to do the "Gaston Pose" with the Wolverine claws popped out. There
was even a couple dressed as Beauty and the Beast, so we got a couple of pics
together.
Needless to say, I got there later than I expected, so I was
second to last in line. But it was fine because while I was waiting my turn to
go up on stage, I found myself chatting with a dude from New York who was up
with his buddy for the weekend. The guy was dressed as mashup of Deadpool and
Eleven from Stranger Things. It was hysterical: a full Deadpool costume but
with a blonde wig and dress.
We got to talking about the con and cosplaying and after a few minutes
he said with a chuckle, "Dude, be careful. I think the local law
enforcement is checking you out."
I gave him a strange look because I had no fucking clue what he
was talking about. He motioned with his head and I turned around.
So picture this: two girls, both in variations of the 'Slave
Leia' bikini from 'Return of the Jedi.' One girl's costume was all white and
she was wearing a Stormtrooper helmet. The other was in all black, wearing a
Darth Vader mask and a flowing cape.
And holy shit their bodies were fucking amazing. You know I've
always been a boob man. Both girls were easily 32-34B and their brassieres were
doing a wonderful job of highlighting their fantastic assets. Both of them had stunning
hourglass figures. When 'Madame Vader' turned and leaned in to say something to
her Stormtrooper, it was pretty clear by the amount of skin she was showing,
there was most likely nothing under the long black loincloth.
I watched as the Stormtrooper nodded to something 'Madame Vader'
said. At this point I didn't know what else to call her. She then lifted her
prop gun and started walking in our direction.
"You're in for it now man," said Eleven Deadpool.
The sexy Stormtrooper came right up to me and pointed her
weapon.
"You.
Rebel Scum," she barked, "You're to come with me immediately."
I raised my eyebrow, my cigar jammed firmly in my teeth. I
figured what the hell, if we were gonna do this, have fun with it. "Rebel
scum?" I growled, "Sweetheart, do I look like rebel scum to
you?"
The trooper pressed the nozzle of her weapon into my chest. "Now."
I glanced over to Eleven Deadpool who shrugged, "Don't look
at me man. I'm a mercenary, remember?"
I leaned in towards the Stormtrooper and grunted, "You
know, no one fights like Gaston. And with these claws I bet it would be an
interesting fight. But okay, I'm game."
As I stepped away from the line, I heard my new friend shout, "Vaya
Con Dios, my son! Go with God.
The Stormtrooper led me over to 'Madame Vader' who had her hands
on her curvy hips. I also got a chance to admire her thigh-high black boots,
laced up the front with buckles going up the sides. She had a black belt around
her waist which hung a light saber hilt. As I got closer and saw a tan line on
her exposed hip, I was convinced more than ever that she was wearing nothing
underneath.
'Madame Vader' looked at me from head to toe.
"Something I can do for you?" I said in my best Hugh
Jackman voice.
For a moment she stood there silently. I almost expected to hear
the raspy Vader breathing.
"You!" she said finally in a commanding but very
sultry voice, "will follow me. There will be no questions. Is that
understood?"
So okay, you know I don't like games or bullshit or anything
like that. But there was something about this situation...I'm just gonna say
it: I got rock hard. I swore my dick was going to explode out of my pants.
Again, I can practically hear you laughing. But we've always
been pretty open about this kind of shit, so obviously I'm not going to stop
now.
Anyway, I rubbed my scruffy chin, (careful not to poke myself
with my claws, and took the cigar out of my mouth.
"You're Jedi mind tricks ain't working here, sister," I
snarled, "But I'll play along for now."
Without another word, she turned, her cloak sweeping behind her.
I felt a poke in my back: the Stormtrooper was nudging me to start moving.
I followed 'Madame Vader' around a large curtain that led to
behind the stage. From there we walked to a set of doors that led to a
maintenance corridor. Now I'm not going to lie, this was all starting to make
me a little bit nervous. Sexy as these two were, I had no idea who they were, what
they looked like under their helmets or what was really going on. I was just
about to say enough is enough and head back into the main convention floor when
we stopped in front of another door marked "storage."
'Madame Vader' reached down with one of her gloved hands and
pulled down on the handle, opening the door.
"Inside," she commanded. I looked at her and the
Stormtrooper, who appeared to be setting up for guard duty. I shrugged and
stepped inside.
The room was full of stacked chairs and folding tables. One
table was set up with a few chairs around it. There were some papers on top of
it. My guess is some of the Con organizers had probably used this room for
planning the floor layout.
The door closed and it was just me and 'Madame Vader' in the
room. As she walked past me, her hands lifted up and unlocked the chain holding
her cape together. She let it drop to the floor.
With the cloak gone, I was able to get a better look at her
body. The thin straps of her black brassiere didn't fully cover her tan lines,
so I could tell she definitely enjoyed spending time in the sun. She was also
more toned than I realized, though her hips still had a very lovely curve to them.
Sure enough, the rear loincloth, which had up until now been hidden by her
cape, was a little bit narrower than the front one, and her amazing ass, cheeks
were poking out ever so slightly on either side.
With her still to me, she turned her masked head slightly.
"I understand no one fights like Gaston," she said,
continuing with a deep, ominous voice.
"So I hear," I replied gruffly.
"I wonder," she said with a dramatic pause, "if
no one fucks like Gaston?"
Now you know it takes a hell of a lot to throw me for a loop and
leave me speechless. But there I was, eyes wide and my mouth partially open in
shock.
'Madame Vader' removed her gloves, revealing black nail polish
on perfectly manicured fingers.
"No response?" she mused, "Well perhaps not in
words. But other parts of you appear to," she pointed at my bulging
crotch, "be speaking for themselves."
Now let me just remind you, she was still wearing that fucking
helmet. I literally had no idea who this person was.
And, God help me, I was turned on like never before.
She
walked over and sat on the edge of the folding table, her legs spread and the
black loincloth falling between them. Slowly she lifted the cloth to the side,
confirming what I had all but surmised from the minute I saw her.
Her
bare pussy was now right there for me to see. Her puffy pink lips were wide
open, glistening and extremely inviting.
"This is fucking crazy." I said aloud.
"The door is right behind you," 'Madame Vader' replied
nonchalantly, "My guard is only outside to ensure we are not disturbed. If
you wish to leave you can at any time."
She reached down between her legs and spread her pussy lips
wider while her fingers began to explore her tantalizing, wet hole.
"Alternatively, you could come over here, eat me out and
then bend me over this table and fuck me from behind."
So again, you know it takes a lot to stun me. And believe me, I
was stunned.
But I'm also not fucking stupid.
I removed my gloves with the Wolverine claws built in and set
them on the closest chair next to me. I then made my way over to the table and
sank to my knees in front of 'Madame Vader.'
I inhaled the wonderful, sweet musky smell that was coming from
her pussy. I was just about to dive in when I stopped and looked up at her, "I
don't suppose you're taking that off, are you?"
"Are you going to ask questions that you already know the
answer to, or are you going to begin," she said ominously.
I shook my head, "No ma'am." I replied and dove into
her beautiful, wet slit.
I let my tongue casually explore her red pussy lips, enjoying
the sweet and savory flavor. There was an aching moan from under the mask.
"More," she whimpered, dropping the authoritative tone
in her voice.
My tongue began to flick up and down quickly. Her hands slammed
down and gripped the edge of the table as she began to grind her pelvis in my
face.
I brought my hand up to my mouth and paused my licking just
briefly to lick my thumb. As I resumed, I let my thumb slip into the upper
folds of her slit, searching for her clit. It wasn't hard to find -- it was
like a small cherry pit, hard and inviting. Her breaths came shallow and for a
moment I wondered if she was going to pass out under the helmet.
"Please," she begged without the slightest hint of any
of her former bravado, "Oh God, I'm so close."
My thumb kept playing with her pulsing button as I licked feverishly.
After several more seconds I withdrew my thumb and attacked her clit directly
with my tongue.
That was the right move to push her right over the edge.
"Oh my god oh my god oh my God," she cried under her
mask, "I'm coming. Oh Jesus yes! Yes!"
Her body convulsed and contorted as my face was showered by her
intense orgasm. I kept lapping though, enjoying the sweet juices slicking her
thighs and my face.
Slowly, her tremors began to subside as she leaned back onto her
elbows on the table.
I stood up over her. "Are you sure you don't want to take
that mask off?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"I," she stammered, still slightly out of breath, "I
like it this way."
She shifted forward off the table and stood in front of me.
"And now," she said, trying to regain some of her
earlier in-character composure, "I believe you have another service to
provide." She reached forward and unbuckled my costume belt, letting it
drop to the floor. She then lifted up my shirt slightly and undid my pants. Her
fingers grasped the fabric of both my pants and underwear and pulled down,
freeing my throbbing and aching cock.
"Excellent." 'Madame Vader' said with a slight nod, "I
was right to choose you."
She turned around and bent over the table, resting on her
forearms. I took a step forward and lifted the rear loincloth of her costume,
exposing a perfectly tanned ass (string bikinis for the win). I adjusted my
position, spread her cheeks slightly and guided myself into her soaking wet
hole.
Her pussy lips wrapped perfectly around the head of my cock and
we stayed in that position for a moment. Then slowly I inched forward until I
was completely buried inside her.
"Yes," she hissed softly. I placed my hands on her
hips and began slow, rhythmic motions. She was so wet, every thrust was a silky
smooth ride. But I could still feel her pussy walls constrict around my shaft
every time I moved back and forth. Her body began to match my movements, her
ass and pelvis pushing backwards against me.
There was a brief moment when I was extremely tempted to reach
forward and attempt to knock the helmet off her head. Would she stop this
incredible moment or were we too far gone that she wouldn't care? But the sound
of her ass slapping against my lower abdomen shook me out of the thought.
"Fuck it," I think I said out loud as I increased the
speed of my thrusts.
"Yes baby," she cried, "Yes, god yes. Come for me
baby. Come inside me." Before I could protest, she added, "It's fine.
I'm protected. Just come. Come deep inside me, please!"
I continued pumping her pussy until I felt that familiar
tingling sensation at the base of my cock.
I started tensing up, "Oh fuck, I'm coming!" I thrust
one final time and stayed there as far in her as I could while my sperm erupted
from my dick, filling the depths of her pussy.
She gasped, "Oh god, I can feel you filling me up so
much!" She wasn't kidding, because just a few seconds later I felt the
wonderful mix of her juices and my cum spilling out of her pussy. I took a step
back, then pivoted so that I was leaning against the table next to her.
"That was," I gasped, still trying to guess what she
looked like under the mask, "insane."
Slowly, she rose off the table, the loincloth slipping back down
on its own to cover her bare ass.
"Seriously," I said, watching as she silently stepped
over to pick up her cloak and gloves, "please tell me who the hell you
are. Or that we can meet up again?"
She made her way to the door and stopped. Her hands slowly made
their way up towards her helmet and grasped it on both sides.
And then they dropped back down.
"If you find me," came the ominous voice from under
the mask, "then we will see."
She opened the door, where I caught a glimpse of her friend
waiting, and slipped out.
The door closed behind her, leaving me in the room in a daze
with my pants half way down my legs and my flaccid, wet dick now feeling the
chill of the storage room's air conditioning.
Realizing there was no one outside guarding the room anymore, I
quickly zipped up, gathered my costume accessories and got the fuck out of the
room. I stumbled into the hallway and made my way quickly back to the
convention hall. Naturally neither girl was anywhere to be seen in a crowd of
other cosplayers and attendees. I made my way out of the convention center,
back through to the hotel and came up to my room.
And that's where I am right now.
Needless to say I have no clue who won the cosplay contest.
Maybe Deadpool/Eleven.
And of course I can hear you saying, "I think I pretty much
'won' anyway!" LOL
But seriously, I have to find her again. There's two more days
left to the con.
I'll keep you posted.
By AlexRaistov, for Literotica
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