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Five Times Megamind Slept With Metro Man	By : tripperfunster Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Megamind Views: 2758 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A month passed. Then another. By the middle of the third month, Wayne had stopped shaving. By the end of the forth, he’d given up listening for the door. Although his place was off the beaten path, the rumble of a passing truck would have him raising his head from whatever book he might be reading, hoping against hope that the familiar click of baby seal skin boots would follow, but no longer.

He threw himself back into his music. In the meantime, he made a few visits to the local library where books about everyone’s favourite villain cum hero found their way into his hands. There was a surprising amount of information about Megamind that Wayne had never known. Never bothered to know.

He wrote an apology note, then threw it away. He wrote a three page letter and threw that away too. There wasn’t a Hallmark card for ‘Sorry, I’m an insensitive asshole.’ Actually, there was, but it seemed too trite.

He considered going to the Lair to apologize in person, but that didn’t seem right either. So he stayed home. Ironic, wasn’t it? That the boy who grew up in a prison was now a hero and the former hero was now a prisoner in his own home.

Then, late one afternoon, when Wayne was wedged under his kitchen sink, tinkering with an overly temperamental garbage disposal, there was a knock. The knock he’d been waiting to hear for almost six months.

He willed himself not to sprint to the door, calmly wiping his hands on a dishtowel. He would apologize. As soon as he got the door open he had to be sure to say he was sorry, that he’d been a dick, then promise never to act like that again. He grasped the knob, took a deep breath and pulled the door open.

The long-awaited apology died on his lips.

It was the smell that hit him first. The bitter tang of copper and salt. Megamind blinked stupidly, then looked up at him. Fear and pain and despair all evident on his blood-smeared face. Smeared was not a sufficient description. Soaked, drenched and sodden were much more apt. His costume was slick with it. Blood and bits of -- Jesus, was that brain matter?-- were splattered across his face and chest.

“I’m sorry,” he said, boots squelching as he shifted stiffly from foot to foot, “I didn’t know where to go.”

“Wh-what happened?” asked Wayne, still reeling in shock.

“A robbery … and it went … Oh God!” He put his bloody hands over his even bloodier face.

“Is any of … this” Wayne waved his hands at the bloody mess, “yours? Are you hurt?”

Megamind thought a moment then looked to Wayne, eyes wide. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

“Well … come in! Wait, no.”

There were red footprints down the hallway leading to his door. The thought of all of that blood soaking into his carpet gave Wayne pause.

“Can I pick you up? Would you mind if I carried you?”

Megamind nodded then shrugged.

Wayne gingerly grasped him under his arms and lifted the bloody hero up, careful to hold him away from himself. “Okay,” he said, trying not to breathe through his nose, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

Wayne pursed his lips then carried him through the living room and to the bedroom beyond. Once through to the ensuite, Wayne shifted Megamind to one arm, reached to the shower faucets and turned them on, keeping one hand in the spray until the temperature was warm enough.

“Okay,” he said, chewing his lip. “I guess we’ll put you in there like this and then work down through the layers?”

Megamind didn’t respond . He just hung dejectedly in Wayne’s grip, and when he was placed in the shower he sunk down into a crouch, hands wrapped around his knees. An ominous red shadow swirled around him on the tiled floor, slowly circling, then disappearing down the drain. When he made no move to wash himself, Wayne grabbed a fresh face cloth from the cupboard then stripped down to his underwear and stepped in behind him.

He wet the cloth under the spray, wrung it out and reached around to wipe Megamind’s face. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

“No,” was the whispered reply.

“Come on,” he said, “you’ll feel better if you let it out.”

“I doubt it,” he answered, slumping even lower, “I don’t think I will ever feel good again.”

“So walk me through it,” said Wayne, scooting closer behind Megamind and placing his legs on either side of the little hero, “You said there was a robbery. Where?”

“First National, “ he answered, “on Dugald.”

“Go on,” said Wayne, fumbling for the zipper at the neck of Megamind’s costume.

“Three robbers, ten hostages, which is why I was called in.”

Wayne unzipped the shirt then realized he’d have to remove the gloves first. He set to the task of undoing the tiny buckles.

“It was actually going really well. I’d dehydrated one of the bad guys and had managed to get them to release all but two of the hostages. My mistake was,” he said, voice climbing to a higher register, “I hadn’t realized that one of those hostages was actually a perp in disguise. So stupid of me, really. It’s one of the oldest tricks in the book.”

Buckles undone, Wayne pulled off one long glove, releasing a fresh torrent of red streaks and swirls.

“I tried to get them to release the female hostage first. You know, for chivalry and all that, except they weren’t willing, and were getting agitated. She was only a foot or so away from me, so I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her toward me, reaching for my De-gun with the other. I hadn’t even looked at the other hostage, I mean, my attention was on the two guys with guns. But the fake guy, he had one too, and he shot her. Point blank range. He might have been aiming for me, I’m not sure, I suppose I’ll never know, but she took the brunt of the shot.

Wayne undid the second glove and began to peel it down the thin arm.

“Her head,” he said, lip trembling, “it just … kind of exploded. She fell towards me and I tried to catch her, but … but there wasn’t --Oh God!--” Megamind lurched forward onto his hands and knees and dry heaved over the drain. “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit“ he cried as another spasm wracked through him. He wiped his one bare hand over his mouth, “There wasn’t anything left to catch!”

“It’s okay,“ Wayne soothed, “Let it out.”

“I let it all out at the bank,” he answered, lowering his head, “after I took care of those heartless bastards.” He looked back to Wayne, water dripping down his face and his costume half hanging off his skinny frame and Wayne had the sudden desire to wrap him in his arms and never let him go.

Megamind held his still gloved hand out to Wayne, who offered his own hand in reply. It hovered over his for a moment, then Megamind deposited something hard and silver into Wayne’s waiting palm. Wayne turned the object over curiously.

It was a hair clip. In the shape of a butterfly.

“Eliza,” he said. His eyes moved from the clip to Megamind. “The woman? It was her?”

Megamind inclined his head, then sat back down in the circle of Wayne’s legs. He sighed and let his head fall back against Wayne’s chest. Wayne peeled off the remaining glove, his other hand still rubbing the smooth metal of the barrette.

“That really sucks,” he said, and Megamind grunted in agreement. A shiver rippled through him and he groaned.

“I’m c-cold,” he said, fumbling with the buckles on his boots. Wayne reached up and adjusted the faucet, then batted blue hands away and undid his boots.

“You’re probably still in shock.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, holding up one trembling hand for Wayne to see, “I c-can’t stop shaking.”

“We’re almost done in here,” said Wayne, tossing the boots in the corner of the shower and giving Megamind a gentle tap on his butt to get him to raise his hips, “then I’ll give you something sweet to get your blood sugar up.” He peeled the wet, sticky tights over the slim hips and with some difficulty managed to tug them off Megamind’s shaky legs.

Head still leaning on Wayne’s chest, Megamind twisted around and looked up at the former hero. “Did it ever h-happen t-to you?” he asked, teeth chattering, “Screwing everything up like that, I mean.”

Wayne laughed and ran a hand through his wet hair. “Yeah, in case you didn’t notice, I manage to screw stuff up all the time.”

“Like when?”

“Oh, I don’t’ know … like the last time you came to visit me?”

“Oh, that,” said Megamind, wrapping his skinny arms around himself. “I uh … I may have over-reacted a b-bit that night.”

“No,” said Wayne, shaking his head, “I don’t know what the hell was wrong with me, but I just didn’t know when to shut my big mouth. I guess I just … I don’t know. You were having a tough time and instead of helping, I just managed to make it worse. It was wrong of me to joke about Minion like that. He’s a really great guy.”

“And someone that I’ve known since b-birth,” Megamind added. “It’s sort of like me joking about your mom.”

“Oh yeah,” agreed Wayne, “that would totally cross a line.”

“She is p-pretty hot, by the way. Your m-mom.”

“Yeah, okay. Point taken,” he chuckled.

“I’m d-done. In h-here. Can you make me some tea?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Wayne shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Throwing a towel over one shoulder he extended a hand to Megamind then pulled him to his feet. The little man looked around at the austere bathroom with it’s elaborate mirrors and sconce lighting and smiled tiredly.

“It’s getting really dark,” he said.

Wayne, who was unfolding a fresh towel for his guest, turned to ask him what he meant when he saw the little hero’s eyes roll up into his head and his legs buckle beneath him.

“Whoa!” Wayne cried, lunging towards him and catching him under his arms just before he cracked his head on the floor. He laid him out on the thick rug and gently patted his cheek. “Megamind? You still with me?”

Red finger prints smeared across the blue cheeks and a confused Wayne turned his hands over, inspecting them. Sure enough, his left hand was sticky with blood. What the hell? How could they have spent the last half hour in the shower and yet still have missed this much blood? Unless -- his eyes shot to the skinny form and his heart caught in his throat.

There was still blood. A lot of it, coming from a jagged gash across Megamind’s ribs on his right side. Jesus, how had he missed that? He quickly rolled up a towel and pressed it firmly against the wound.

Megamind groaned at the pressure, his eyelids fluttering.

“Hey,” said Wayne, “wake up, buddy.”

At this his eyes did open, impossibly green when viewed from up close. He searched Wayne’s face with a look of mild curiosity, then raised a hand and traced the curve of Wayne’s cheekbone with one slim finger.

“Hi,” Megamind whispered, chewing his bottom lip. He peered down the space between them, an impish grin on his face. “Yooou’re naaaked.” he said in a child-like singsong voice, then snorted at his own joke.

“I’m partially naked,” corrected Wayne, “and you are hurt. Do you remember coming here? Do you recall the accident at the bank?”

Megamind nodded while his fingers brushed idly through the hair on Wayne’s jaw. “Yeah,” he said dreamily. “The bank. And the blood.” The smile abruptly slid from his face and his eyes focused. “Oh! The blood!” He looked around the room suddenly aware of his surroundings and snatched his hand away from Wayne’s face. “I’m sorry,” he said with a grimace, “What happened?”

“You fainted.”

The green eyes widened in horror. “I did not! Heroes don’t faint. I must have passed out.”

“Faint, swoon, got the vapours, whatever. It doesn’t matter. The point is, you’re hurt, you’ve lost God only knows how much blood and we need to get you to a hospital.”

Megamind swallowed thickly and frowned. “No. I’m thirsty. You promised me tea.”

“Yeah, and you told me you weren’t hurt. It’s pretty bad, you need to see a doctor.”

“I’m not going,” he said. “There will be cameras and reporters and people sticking microphones in my face asking ‘What happened?’ and ‘What went wrong?’ Forget it.”

“I’d prefer that option to the one where you bleed to death on my bathroom floor!”

“I’m not bleeding to death,” he whined, lifting the towel and taking a peek underneath. “Oh. Ugh! Yeah, that does look pretty bad. Tell you what, bring me some bandages and we’ll patch it up.”

Wayne stood and drummed his fingers on the countertop impatiently. “I don’t have any bandages, genius.”

“Well, why n -- Oh yeah. Invulnerability. Of course. What about a sewing kit? With sturdy thread?”

“Oh no!” Wayne yelled, throwing up his hands, “I am NOT sewing you up. Forget it. You need a doctor.”

“Or a hero …”

“You’re the hero now, remember?”

“With laser vision …”

“You’re the -- huh? What for? To cut you in half?”

“No,” said Megamind, a gleam in his eye, “cauterization.”

“Cauter -- what?”

“Electrocautery. Or in this case, lasercautery. Heating the blood vessels to facilitate coagulation, effectively stopping any bleeding.

“No,” said Wayne, shaking his head. “I am not cool with that. I don’t do that laser shit anymore. I don’t even have that kind of control over it.”

“Fine,” said Megamind with a sigh. He onto his uninjured side and began to get up, one hand holding the towel in place. “I’ll get Minion to do it.”

“Fine,” echoed Wayne, calling his bluff. “Go ahead.”

“I will.” Grasping the countertop for support, Megamind pulled himself to his feet. “Now where did I leave my watch?” He stumbled to the shower and leaned heavily on the door. His skinny blue frame making a stark contrast to the white tile. “Was I wearing it when you removed my gloves?”

Wayne shrugged noncommittally.

“Fine,” Megamind grumbled, scanning his discarded clothes, “don’t help me.”

Wayne turned on the sink faucet and began scrubbing the blood off of his hand. At the sound of the water Megamind turned around and stared, mesmerized. “Water! Oh yes, I am so incr-cr-credibly thirsty!” He slid in beside Wayne and cupped his hands under the flow, then brought the water to his mouth, drinking greedily. His towel slipped when he went for seconds and Wayne stooped to pick it up, then pressed it to the bloody gash.

“Quit bleeding on my floor.”

“Locate my watch and I’ll go bleed on my own floor.”

Wayne sighed. “You didn’t have it. At least, I don’t remember you wearing it.”

Megamind took one last drink then sighed. “Darn.” He slowly lowered himself so that he was sitting on the floor, then pushed himself back to lean against the wall. He grasped the towel to keep it in place and let his head fall back with a dull ‘thunk’ against the wall. “I’m just going to rest for a moment. I’ll look for my watch in a bit.”

He woke up with Wayne’s fingers in his mouth.

*******

“What the -- what the hell are you doing?” Megamind sputtered turning his head away from Wayne’s hand.

Wayne rolled his eyes. “Sugar. You’re in shock.” He held up a bottle with a picture of a honey comb on it. “Corn syrup. I was rubbing it on your gums for faster absorption.”

Megamind licked his lips, which were indeed sticky and sweet. “Oh.”

“And now drink this,” he said, supporting the big, blue head and helping him sit up. “It’s a sports drink. Electrolytes.”

Megamind obediently drank from the cup Wayne offered, downing the drink that he knew must be sweet, but compared with the syrup, tasted quite bland. “Thank you,” he said, laying back down on the soft pillows. “Wait! This isn‘t the bathroom? When did I get here?”

“Relax,” he said, picking up a book and concentrating at the cover, “You …passed out in the bathroom again, so I brought you in here. It’s warmer.” He put two fingers to his temple and a thin beam of light shot from his eyes to the book. He quickly opened it and thumbed through the smoking pages. “Okay, I think I’ve got it.” He tossed the book onto a pile of other, similarly smoking tomes and flashed Megamind a big grin.

“What on Earth is this about?”

“Laser vision. Obviously you‘re way more stubborn than me, so I’m giving in. I took a look at the wound while you were … ‘passed out’ and I think at it’s deepest it’s around a centimeter and a half. Which works out to about page 53 in most books.” He picked up the book he’d just discarded and flipped it open to the page in question. Page 54 had a mild scorch mark, but page 55 was clean. As he flipped it closed, Megamind could see the tiny holes burnt through all of the preceding pages. “Now, I’ve gotta warn you, this is going to hurt. A lot.”

“I assure you, after years of dealing with you thwarting me and hauling me off to jail, I’ve developed a very high tolerance for pain.”

“Yes, well … “ said Wayne, obviously not convinced, “this is going to take pain to a whole new level. And you can’t move. You have to stay absolutely still or I’m just going to be cutting you open all over again.”

“Understood.”

“I mean it. Promise me you won’t move.”

“Scout’s honour,” said Megamind, making a few obscure and incorrect hand motions before giving up. “Do your worst.”

“Okay,” said Wayne, getting on the bed and straddling his friend, “roll over a bit so that the wound is … yeah, like that.” He grasped the towel and locked eyes with Megamind. “So, plan is, I’ll do it in short bursts. Probably ten or so, until the bleeding stops. Alright?”

“Works for me,” he replied, gritting his teeth in anticipation.

Wayne took a couple of deep, centering breaths, then removed the towel. He leaned in, squinted slightly then shot a quick, clear burst of light at the jagged cut.

“JESUS FUCKIN’ CUNT-HOLE FUCKERY COCKSUCKING WHORE! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” screamed Megamind, twisting and bucking against him. “HOLY FUCKIN’ GEEZ! I think you pierced my heart!” He grasped the still bleeding wound and rolled back in forth in an attempt to self soothe.

“Flail like that again, and I’ll cut off your arm,” said Wayne.

“No, I changed my mind. The hospital sounds like a grand place to be. Friendly nurses, sterile conditions. Anaesthesia!

“Reporters,” added Wayne, “paparazzi, angry relatives …”

“Oh crap, yes. Angry relatives,” he sighed.

“And paparazzi,” prompted Wayne.

“Okay, okay. It’s just … I can’t not move when you do that. It’s a knee-jerk reaction that I will be unable to control.”

“Then I’ll hold you down.”

Megamind narrowed his eyes sceptically. “And how many ribs will you break in the process?”

“None! Well … probably none. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

Megamind threw up his hands in surrender. “Get busy living, or get busy dying.”

“Hey! Shawshank redemption movie quote!” said Wayne, adjusting his position over the blue hero, and moving his hands to firmly frame the wound.

“Yes, well, let’s hope it’s the living part, okay?”

“You got it, big guy. Ready?”

Megamind took a deep breath and nodded.

Wayne firmed his grip on Megamind’s torso and gave him a wink. “Here we go!” He narrowed his focus and began to fire short bursts of light at the uneven cut. His secure grasp on Megamind kept his target steady, but the hero continued to buck and writhe beneath him, his throaty gasps and moans becoming quite the distraction.

Wayne had spent way too many nights imagining Megamind just like this. The slim body moving beneath him, muscles tensed, back arched, blue lips pulled back with passion. Except instead of lasers, it was Wayne’s fingers making him cry out, voice husky with desire. And when he had stretched the little villain, he would take his thick cock and stretch him even more. Megamind would gasp, his luminous green eyes widening with shock at the pressure and the pain, but he wouldn’t say no. He would not refuse Metro Man. Instead, blue fingers would slide up his thick neck and tangle in his hair, tugging and pulling, his breath hot in Metro Man’s ear. “Yes,” he’d whisper, “More!” And the hero would comply, slowly inching himself into Megamind’s tight heat until he was fully sheathed. Megamind would gasp beneath him, his muscles fluttering as they adjusted around his length, and eventually he would look up at Metro Man, pupils blown so wide they were almost black, yet his expression one of shy admiration. Wayne would take a hand and smooth it over the villain’s brow, the skin so soft and warm, and Megamind’s mouth would part, white teeth chewing on his bottom lip, and Wayne would be able to hold back no longer. He’d cover that mouth with his own, tasting, teasing and claiming him.

Blue legs would wrap around his waist, heels digging into his buttocks, prompting him to move, to push, to thrust, and he would. He would pull back and press himself in. Slowly at first, but before long he’d be pounding into him with an urgency that was almost primal. The villain’s hardness would be trapped between them, and Metro Man would be sure to thrust just right, rolling his hips so that he would pleasure him from both inside and out. The friction of their slick bellies sliding together and the pressure of his cock pressed against his inner walls would make Megamind arch and buck, slim fingers grasping muscular arms so tightly that they would leave bruises on anyone else.

And then Megamind would cry out, his body tense as an archer’s bow, and that sound would travel straight to Metro Man’s cock, and he’d grip the other man hard enough to crack his spine as he pulsed his release inside of him.

Megamind cried out again, this time clearly from pain and not pleasure. Wayne shot one final beam of light, then held his breath and waited to see if any blood would well up from the scar. Megamind’s chest heaved beneath him, his racing heartbeat thrumming under Wayne’s hand. One second passed, then another. The smoking scar seemed to be holding.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God, that burns,” whined Megamind, in short, staccato bursts.

Wayne sucked in a chest-full of air then blew a super-cooling breath over the red scar. It immediately turned a frosty white-blue. Wayne watched in amazement as the skin around the scar broke out in gooseflesh, then the chilly bumps travelled outward until the little hero was covered in them. Megamind’s nipple, which was just inches from Wayne’s nose also hardened into a pinky/purple knot and it took every ounce of Wayne’s willpower to not place his mouth over the little nub and suck.

Just because he harboured sexual fantasies about his nemesis, there had been no evidence to show that Megamind returned the feelings in kind. Except … Wayne shifted his hips and yes, there it was. Something hot and most definitely hard was poking Wayne in the torso. His gaze shifted from the nipple to Megamind’s face. The green eyes were squeezed shut and his cheeks a bright pink.

“I’m sorry, “ he whispered, clearly mortified. “I have an odd … physiologically conditioned reflex to pain.”

“You mean … you like it?”

“No,” he chuckled darkly, “I don’t like it. It hurts! I‘ve just come to expect … release afterwards.” He covered his face with his hands. “Don’t mind me, I’m just going to die from embarrassment now.”

“Don’t feel bad,” said Wayne, shifting his hips so his own Fruit of the Loom encased erection pressed against Megamind’s leg, “I happen to have my own conditioned response to being around you.”

The green eyes popped open and searched Wayne’s face. “You’re kidding, right?”

Wayne pressed more firmly against him. “Does this feel like I’m kidding?”

“No, I suppose not. It’s just that --unngh,” he groaned, placing a hand over the scar, “Sorry, it’s just …” he let out a small gasp and gritted his teeth, “It’s just still really humming.”

“Lemme see,” said Wayne, pulling the blue hand away eyeing it carefully. There was still no blood, and although the colour had returned, it was not nearly as red as when he’d first finished the cauterization. Now it was more the soft purple/pink of the hero’s ears. Wayne leaned in closer, fully intent on giving it another cooling breath, but instead pressed his lips to it and gave it a kiss. Then another.

Megamind gave a shuddering breath and Wayne took that as his green light. He kissed along the length of the scar, then up to the still erect nipple. When blue fingers tangled in his hair, Wayne gained more confidence and dragged his lips across the narrow chest to the other nipple, and after giving it some attention, licked his way up to the collarbone and then throat.

Megamind let his head fall back into the pillows and rolled his hips, pressing himself against Wayne’s torso. Wayne arched his back to make up for the considerable size difference and brought their erections together, pressing and rubbing him through the thin cotton of his underwear.

“You feel … really good,” he whispered, licking a stripe up the slender neck.

“I know,” came the husky reply, and they both paused to giggle like little kids.

“You’re such an ass.”

“I know that too,” he grinned, and Wayne smiled in return. Then he kissed him. He covered those full lips with his own and pressed inside his hot mouth. The world might never be the same now that he had done this for real. Now that he knew for certain what Megamind tasted like. What he smelled like. How he felt arching beneath him, the heat of his hardness pressing against Wayne’s own. This was better than fantasy. This was some crazy extraordinary reality. It was almost too good to be true.

And then the truth hit him. It was too good to be true. He broke the kiss and rolled off of Megamind, pressing the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. Damn it! Why hadn’t he realized it earlier?

“What the hell?” panted Megamind, “is this your way of playing hard to get?”

“No. Well, yeah, sort of. We can’t do this, it isn’t right.”

“Huh? It was ‘right’ up until a second ago. What happened to make it wrong?”

“You did. Well, not you but your situation. Don’t you see? You came to me for help. For comfort. You were hurt and afraid and emotionally compromised and I took advantage of you.”

“It’s not ‘taking advantage’ if both partners are willing.”

“Yes it is, because you’re not capable of consent right now. Hell, you’ve lost so much blood tonight that I don’t know how you even managed to grow a boner!”

“I disagree.”

“That’s fine. You can disagree all you like. You passed out twice in the last hour, and then, to top it off, I pretty much performed major surgery on you. I’m not doing this. Not now.”

Megamind put on his best puppy dog face, (which was pretty spectacular, really.)

“Please?” he asked, running his hand up Wayne’s thigh and across his stretched-to-bursting Y-fronts, “I feel really bad, and this feels really good.”

Wayne pushed him away and covered his crotch with his hand. “Tell you what, if you still want to do this in the morning, we can, but not tonight.”

“How about we do it in the morning and tonight?”

“Dude!” grinned Wayne, “No means no!”

“Pffft,” he snorted, rolling over to face away from Wayne, “cock-blocker.”

“Get some sleep,” he said, carefully pulling Megamind towards him until he was flush against his chest.

“As if I’ll get any sleep with this!” he said, with a flourish to his still hard cock. And then, because the universe loves irony, he yawned deeply.

“Your balls are already blue. One more night won’t make a difference.”

“Fuck off,” was the tired reply, but it held no bite, and Megamind snuggled back into Wayne’s embrace.

Wayne listened as his partner's breathing slowed, then he too fell asleep, his arm carefully draped over the little hero.

When Wayne woke up he was alone.

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