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A Magical Wedding	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellboy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Maggie wakes to the sound of birds singing outside her window. She yawns and stretches as she rolls over and runs straight into something large. Letting out a surprised yelp, her eyes fly open and she finds herself face to face with a grinning Abe who’s lying on his side. She doesn’t bother questioning why he’s there; she just snuggles into his open arms and enjoys the feeling of her lover wrapped around her, his chin resting on top of her head. With a sigh of happiness, she closes her eyes and relaxes into his embrace.

After several minutes of quiet cuddling, one of her hands seems to develop a mind of its own and starts to wander over her husband’s bare form. She enjoys the texture of his unique skin, the well sculpted muscles below that skin, but she especially enjoys the feeling of the hardened appendage currently pressing into her hip. She carefully runs her fingertips up and down the erection which causes him to slightly shiver. She hides her smile against his chest, but he’s not fooled.

“Keep that up, woman, and I’ll have to throw you on your back and ravage you,” he playfully growls in her ear.

“Swear?” she giggles as her fingers wrap around his rock hard penis and her thumb rubs over the tip.

Suddenly she finds herself on her back and her lips are under attacked, her hands pinned above her head. Her mouth and tongue rally and return the assault valiantly. Their tongues wage a war of dominance as she twists her hips and one of her legs attempts to wrap around his, trying to pull him closer. He’s having none of that and his upper leg swings out of the way and captures both of hers, immobilizing them.

Abe uses one hand to hold her wrists prisoner as the other quickly finds its way under her shirt and starts to caress and tease her breasts and nipples. She moans into his mouth as her back arches into the delightful torture. Pulling her shirt up, his mouth leaves hers and finds one of the hardened buds and he proceeds to torment her further. She whimpers as her back arches even farther up.

“Abe, please,” she begs.

The leg holding her down moves between her legs and she gladly opens up to him as she continues to pant and moan. The wandering hand starts to pull up her skirt while gently dragging his nails across the flesh of her thigh, causing goose pimples. She adds groaning to her repertoire of sounds as she opens her legs even further and curls her hips forward, inviting him in.

He gladly accepts the invitation and slides into her. She gasps with surprise as he immediately starts to move in and out. He goes so slowly she thinks she’s going to lose her mind from the need and want. She bucks her hips in hopes of forcing him to go faster.

He chuckles evilly into her ear as his free hand goes back to tormenting her breast and he keeps to the slow pace. She starts to whine, pleading for him to go faster. All of a sudden, she finds her hands free and he starts to pound into her. She brings her legs up to allow him to go deeper as her hands grab his hips. She can feel her climax coming and she squeezes the muscles surrounding him. She cries her release as he slams into her and then stills.

She lies there panting, slowly coming back down to Earth when he starts moving again. She stares at him in surprise and sees an evil grin on his face.

“I’m not going to be able to walk with my feet together ever again, am I?” she manages to gasp out between thrusts.

“Not if I can help it,” he pants back as he gently pinches her nipple and kisses her.

With something between a whimper and moan, she closes her eyes and starts to match his rhythm. Her body quickly responds and soon she’s heading for the lofty heights of coital bliss. He continues to drive into her, making her gasp with his ferocity. He plunges in and out of her pushing her back towards the edge.

She knows she’s going to lose it soon, and she refuses to go alone. Releasing his hips, she brings her hands up to his neck and carefully strokes his gills with her nails. With a roar that would make Hellboy proud, he arches his back pushing himself up with his arms and slams his hips forward as he finds his release. At the same moment Maggie screams her achievement as she arches her back as far as she can into the mattress.

Abe collapses on top of Maggie, gasping for breath and shaking. Maggie isn’t doing much better underneath him. After a few minutes of recovery, she finally notices that he’s still not doing so well. She runs a hand over his skin and realizes that he’s dried himself out again.

With a snort of exasperation, she squirms out from under him. She drags him out of the bed, places an arm over her shoulder, then half carries, half drags him across the room and into the bathroom. She finally manages to get him into the tub and then starts the water.

She goes off and picks up the discarded clothing for the past couple of days, dropping it down the laundry shoot. Stripping she does the same with the clothes she’s wearing. Then she heads for the room Abe changed in for the wedding and finds his dry land gear. She returns to the bathroom, places the gear next to the respirator on the sink counter and checks in on Abe.

The bath is about half filled and he’s turned himself around so that his head is under the stream of water. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she starts to scoop water with her hands and then pour it over his still exposed skin. She watches as his skin goes from the dull dried look to shiny wet.

Thank you, she hears in her mind a few minutes later.

“You’re welcome,” she replies as she continues to massage the water into him. “Is there anything else you need?”

No, thank you, he answers as the water almost completely covers him. You can stop now.

“I know,” she responds. “I like doing this.”

She continues to massage him even after the water covers him, but this time it’s his muscles that get the attention. Instead of a voice, Maggie catches waves of happiness and contentment from her ministrations. If she didn’t know better, she could swear that he’s purring.

As the water nears the overflow holes, she reluctantly pulls her hands back out of the water. Shaking the water from her hands, she turns off the tap, presses the button to turn on the jets and then heads for the shower. She allows the heat of the cascading water to penetrate her sore muscles; in fact her legs are still hurting.

So much for movement to ease the aches, she thinks to herself as she works the shampoo into her hair.

I guess we’ll just have to keep working on that, Abe tells her.

“Hey, no eavesdropping,” she admonishes.

I’m not, he chuckles. You’re just thinking loud.

“Brat,” she mutters.

She starts to wash herself and thinks of nothing but the feeling of the hot water on her naked body. She revels in the way it feels to lather up her body, the feeling of her slick, smooth, wet skin.

Now who’s being a brat? He growls.

She just chuckles as she turns off the tap and steps out of the shower. She grabs one towel to wrap her hair in and another to dry herself off with. The softness of the material is luxurious against her warmed body as it absorbs all the water on her nude form.

You’re going to pay for that, he threatens.

With an evil smirk, she quickly finishes drying off and heads for the closet to get dressed. A short time later she returns wearing riding breeches and a polo shirt. Abe’s head emerges from the water and he scrutinizes her outfit for a minute. She looks at him with a raised eyebrow and sitting up further, he crooks a finger at her indicating he wants her to come closer. Pulling the towel that was confining her hair off her head; she steps over to the bathtub as she rubs the excess water out of her tresses.

Abe dries his hand off on the towel she’s holding and then spreading his fingers wide; he places his hand on her abdomen. A moment later, he gives a defeated sigh and slips back under the water. Maggie turns and goes back to getting ready.

A few minutes later, she leaves the bathroom with her hair back in its usual braid, new bandages on her knees and the wet towels in her arms. She heads for the basement and stuffs the towels into the washing machine with other dirty laundry. After getting the machine started, she heads back upstairs in search of breakfast.

Even after eating a bowl of cereal and drinking a large glass of orange juice, she’s still hungry. A bagel, a banana and an apple later, she’s feeling a bit more sated. She grabs a couple of carrots out of the fridge, leaving them on the table next to the door, she then heads back upstairs to get her shoes.

When she steps into the bedroom she’s greeted by Abe who’s now dressed in his usual black shorts. He looks at her quizzically with his head tilted to the side. He reaches for her stomach again and with a sigh, she lets him.

“I sincerely doubt that I’ve become pregnant in the last half hour,” she states while a webbed hand covers the lower part of her abdomen.

“You ate more than usual for breakfast,” he replies in confusion as he pulls his hand back.

“I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday,” she reminds him as she disappears into the closet. “And I only had one meal yesterday as well.”

“Ah,” he responds. “Please don’t skip any more meals. It’s not healthy.”

“Not to mention I tend to eat like a pig the next time I do see food,” she adds as she comes back out with shoes in hand. “Don’t worry, love, I do try to eat regular meals normally. But you’ll have to forgive the occasional lapse. It seems my world has been turned upside down lately.”

She ends that last part with a smile. He smiles back and then bends over to kiss her. The gentleness surprises her since the last several times their lips have met have been filled with passion. She doesn’t complain though, it feels so very good.

“I’ll see what I can do to help,” he whispers when their lips finally part.

“Thank you,” she replies quietly as she drops her shoes and hugs him.

“You should get going,” he says several minutes later. “Helen is waiting for you. And I don’t think you want to give her the real reason that you took so long.”

With a sigh of regret, she releases him, retrieves her shoes and heads down the stairs. She finally puts her shoes on, grabs the carrots and goes out the front door with him right behind her. A quick kiss and a hug at the bottom of the front steps and then they go their separate ways. She aims herself towards the ranch and he starts towards the lake.

“I should be back up about lunch time,” she calls back over her shoulder.

Sounds good, he replies. I’ll be waiting.

Some time later, after checking in with Helen and stopping by Magick’s pen to feed him one of the carrots, Maggie finds herself nearing the quarantine corral. In order to make sure none of the new horses come in carrying a disease that can be passed to the other animals, she had a corral built further away from the barn and places the other horses would normally be. She holds the remaining treat in her hand as she approaches the metal railings.

She walks up to the corral and the horse spots her. Most horses either ignore new people or try to escape out through the other side of the corral. Occasionally they’ll get one that comes up and greets them. Without warning, this one comes charging up to the fence and slams his body against the high bars. His eyes are so wide that she can see the whites.

Maggie sends out a tendril of calming energy in hopes of stopping him from hurting himself. It has no effect. In fact, it’s like her power is being blocked. He lets out a squeal of fury and launches himself at the fence again.

“He’s been like that since we got him,” says Helen as she comes up behind Maggie.

“What’s the story on this guy?” Maggie asks, never taking her eyes off of him.

“He was owned by a drug lord,” Helen starts. “From what I understand, when the cops raided the guy’s house they found this boy in a small pen that was several inches deep in mud. They said he was pretty mellow and they had no trouble with him. However, by the time he got to us, he was acting like you see now. I don’t understand it.”

“Have you called Dr. Tambor?” Maggie inquires.

“I called him the moment we managed to get this guy into the corral,” she answers. “He should be here soon.”

Not two seconds later the sound of a car engine can be heard coming through the gate. The women look and instantly recognize the car.

“Talk about timing,” Helen chuckles.

A minute later, an older gentleman with a full head of silver hair and a slight paunch walks up to them carrying a black medical bag.

“Good morning, ladies,” he greets. “How are you this fine morning?”

“Fine, thanks,” Helen replies.

“I’m doing well, thank you, doctor,” Maggie answers. “And how are you?”

“Couldn’t be better,” he responds. “So what have you got for me this time?”

Before anyone can answer, the horse makes another assault against the fence. The fence shakes, but it remains standing.

“Well, that’s unusual,” Dr. Tambor states. “How long has he been behaving like this?”

“Since he got here,” Helen answers.

“Since it’s obviously not safe for anyone to go in there, is there any way for you to tranquilize him from here?” Maggie asks.

“I do have a tranquilizer gun in the car,” he answers as he watches the horse take another run at them. “I think your right; he’s going to have to be sedated first.”

With that, the vet turns and heads back to his car. A few minutes later, he returns with what looks to be a hand gun. The women can see the fletching from the dart sticking out of the barrel just before he closes it.

Taking careful aim, he waits until the angry stallion heads back towards the other side of the corral. Once the target is presented, the trigger is squeezed; the dart flies true and buries itself into the neck of the now fully enraged animal.

With a squeal of pain, the horse charges the fence and slams into it again. They watch in silence, waiting for the sedative to take effect.

“So how are you ladies enjoying the earthquakes?” Tambor asks, trying to fill the time.

“They’re driving me nuts,” Helen answers before Maggie can open her mouth and ask ‘what earthquakes?’ “If I wanted to deal with earthquakes, I’d move to California. As it is, it’s getting damn near impossible to get Jamy to go to bed these days. Allison is doing ok, but she’s been more skittish then normal.”

“I know what you mean,” Tambor replies. “I was talking to my daughter last night around 10 o’clock when that one hit. Her kids are seven and five and they woke up screaming. I could hear them over the line. It’s been very strange.”

“And of course the scientists are all baffled about why they’re happening,” Helen gripes. “A fat lot of good they’re doing trying to find where the epicenter is. They should be trying to figure out how to stop them or at least warn us. But the really bizarre thing is those weird winds storms that pop up at the same time. The one yesterday afternoon had me jumpy for the rest of the day. I was so sure that there was going to be another earthquake. I tell you, sleep has become a luxury in my house.”

“I think Mother Nature likes to remind humans just who is really in charge,” Maggie finally interrupts, chilled to the core that there have been earthquakes that she has somehow managed to fail noticing. “It looks like the sedative is finally taking effect.”

Sure enough, the stallion is standing in the middle of the pen, swaying slightly. His eyelids are half closed over glassy eyes.

“I gave him enough to calm him down, but not put him out,” Tambor informs them. “We need to work quickly.”

After stuffing the extra carrot in the waistband of her breeches, Maggie goes in first, sending calming energy and talking soothingly to him. After she gets hold of the halter, she continues with the energy and talking and starts to stroke his neck and shoulder. Tambor enters making no sudden moves and then performs a quick physical.

“Well, his heart rate is a bit accelerated which is strange considering it should be a bit more repressed with the sedative I gave him and he is a bit underweight,” he states quietly. “But other than that, he seems to be good health.”

“Would you mind taking blood and urine samples?” Maggie asks after a thought suddenly occurs to her.

“Sure,” he answers. “But why?”

“He was taken from a drug dealer,” she tells him. “What if he decided to use this horse to check that his shipments were good?”

Tambor noticeable pales when she makes her suggestion. Helen’s eyes get very wide and she covers her open mouth.

“Which drugs do you want me to check for?” he asks.

“All of them that you can think of,” she answers. “Helen, would you be kind enough to get him a copy of the case file for this horse? If I’m right, the DA should know about this.”

Helen nods and the quickly heads off in the direction of the office. Tambor quickly draws blood after knocking some of the mud off the animal’s neck and then pulls out a urine sample bottle. He stands there and stares at the horse for a moment.

“You do realize that if he doesn’t urinate before the sedative wears off, we won’t be able to get a sample, right?” he questions. “I don’t feel comfortable giving him another dose, especially in light of what you’ve just told me.”

“I understand,” she states.

Sending more energy to the muscles around the horse’s bladder, she tries to give them a good squeeze, but nothing seems to happen. Looking over at the watering trough, she notices that it’s still filled to the top. At that moment, Helen returns with a file in her hand.

“Helen, when was the water trough last filled?” she queries.

“When he first got here,” Helen answers as she hands the folder to the doctor. “He hasn’t eaten either.”

“That’s really not good,” Tambor states while he accepts the paper work. “If he hasn’t had anything to eat or drink by tomorrow, call and let me know. We might have to take drastic measures to save his life.”

“Of course, Dr. Tambor,” Maggie responds.

“Is there anything else you need me to do?” he asks.

“No, thank you for your time,” Maggie answers and then turns to Helen. “Helen, would you please get a curry comb? I want to get some of this mud off of this poor guy before the sedative wears off.”

“Of course, Miss Cavendish,” Helen replies.

While Tambor packs up, Helen leaves, heading for the horse barn. With a final wave goodbye, the vet leaves promising to let them know the results as soon as he gets them. After returning with the requested items, Helen hands one over, and both women start to work the dried on mud off of the horse. Within a few minutes they’re finally able to see the horse’s true color.

“A buckskin,” Maggie states. “We’ve never had one of those before.”

“If we can save him, Allison will be so thrilled,” Helen replies. “‘Spirit’ is her favorite movie right now.”

Maggie gives Helen a quizzical look.

“It’s a kid’s movie,” Helen explains. “A cartoon, to be specific.”

“I think I’m a little old to be watching cartoons,” Maggie chuckles.

“Just wait until you’re a mother,” Helen jokingly warns. “Once they’re old enough to recognize characters, you’ll be paying the kiddie movie tax just like the rest of us.”

Maggie just concentrates on cleaning the mud and dead hair off of the horse instead of answering. Thoughts of Abe and his baby obsession keep racing through her head. The mere idea of watching kid movies is enough to start sending shivers of fear down her spine. Then the silent questions start.

Is she ready to be a mother? Would she be a good mother? What would the baby look like? Where would they raise him or her? Would Manning expect him/her to become an agent when he/she was old enough? What would she do if something happened to Abe? What would she do if something happened to their child? Can she even get pregnant?

The horse suddenly snorts and starts to try and pull away from Maggie who’s still holding onto the halter. He then tries to kick Helen who’s been working on the back half of the horse. Since he’s still not completely over the sedative, he misses horribly, but the ladies stop their grooming efforts.

“Helen, please leave,” Maggie orders.

Helen immediately complies while Maggie slowly pulls the horse over towards the feeding and watering troughs. Without letting go of the harness, she carefully climbs between the bars of the fence. Once through, she lets go and he stumbles off, ignoring the food and water. She stands there and watches as the stallion stumbles around the corral occasionally running into the sides accidentally.

“I’ll keep and eye on him to make sure he recovers,” Maggie states.

“I could do that if you like,” Helen offers.

“No, that’s alright,” Maggie responds handing the curry comb to her employee. “I’m sure you have other work to do.”

“Ok, let me know if you need anything,” Helen replies as she turns and leaves.

Maggie watches sadly as the horse continues to get his bearings back. It saddens her to know that there are people in the world who can be so cruel to creatures that can’t defend themselves. She waits until the stallion is charging at the fence again before she heads back towards Magick’s barn.

Lost in thought, she walks into the barn and heads into the tack room. Once in there she changes her shoes and then grabs a lead rope. Working on autopilot, she clips the lead to Magick’s halter and leads him out of the barn. She doesn’t even notice him stealing the second carrot out of the back of her pants.

Taking him over to the mounting step, she swings up onto his back and settles herself. With a gentle nudge of her heels, she gets him moving. She heads out without even thinking about where she’s going.

Some time later, Magick suddenly stops and it’s only then that Maggie takes in her surroundings. They’re in front of the house and Abe has his hand on Magick’s halter.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

“Yeah, just thinking,” she answers as she slides off Magick’s back. “Were you aware that there have been earthquakes recently?”

“Of course,” he answers, tilting his head to the side. “Weren’t you?”

“No, and that has me very worried,” she replies.

“Maggie,” he starts. He’s not sure how to tell her gently so he just goes for brutally honest. “You’re the cause of them.”

“What!?” she shouts startling the large black animal next to her. She quickly puts a calming hand on him. “How can I be causing earthquakes and not know about it?”

“Well, they, like the wind storms happen when you, um,” he tries to tell her.

“When I what, Abe?” she demands.

“When you and I…,” he starts again.

The color drains from her face as realization dawns on her.

“You mean when we’re, um, making love?” she choke out.

“Specifically, when you climax,” he replies, turning a slightly darker shade of blue.

The blood that had previously left her face returns, and it brings friends. A lot of friends. She turns an incredible shade of red that forces Abe to try and not laugh. He doesn’t do a very good job and she casts a withering glance at him.

“It’s not funny,” she snaps. “I’m responsible for a little boy being terrified out of his wits.”

She walks away from them and sits on the front steps. Abe follows with Magick just behind him. The merman sits next to his distraught wife and puts an arm around him. She leans into him, burying her face into his foam neoprene clad chest just under the respirator.

“You knew Liz was going to lose control of her powers,” he points out. “You had a room modified just for her. How could you not know that you would also lose control of your powers?”

“Liz isn’t fully trained,” she reminds him. “I am.”

“Guillermo says that it happens to all Mages,” he tells her.

She sits up and looks at him, her eyes wide with horror.

“If this is going to happen every time we, I…,” she stutters.

“It’ll only continue until you actually conceive,” he informs her.

“But what if I can’t get pregnant?” she asks in near hysterics.

“We would have never been able to Kiss if the Powers that be didn’t think we could have a baby,” he explains calmly. “All the research that Guillermo and I have done gives us every reason to believe that you will get pregnant soon.”

“Is this a marriage or a research project to you?” she growls, narrowing her eyes.

“A marriage,” he answers immediately. “I had questions before the wedding, so I went looking for the answers. Is that bad?”

“No, it’s not,” she sighs and lays her head back down. “I’m sorry.”

“If it’s any conciliation, there were no earthquakes yesterday afternoon when we were swimming,” he tells her.

“Helen did mention that there was only a windstorm yesterday afternoon, but no earthquake,” she states. “But I’m not doing it every time out in the lake. I can’t tread water forever. Besides, Helen heard me last time.”

“You wouldn’t have to, I can tread water for both of us,” he replies. “And it’s a pond, not a lake.”

“What do you mean it’s not a lake?” she demands.

“It’s not,” he answers.

“Are you dissing my lake?” she growls.

“No, I’m just telling you it’s a pond, not a lake,” he responds, trying not to laugh. “It’s too small to be a lake, but it’s a very nice pond.”

She just glares at him until a movement just past Abe catches her eye.

“You BEAST!” she yells, grabbing the lead out of Abe’s hand and yanking on it. Magick looks at her, a bit startled, with the remains of a daffodil plant hanging from his mouth. “I just planted those."

“And you can plant more,” he calmly tells her as he gently pulls the lead rope from her hands.

“Can this day get any more stressful?” she asks rhetorically as she props her elbows on her knees and drops her face into her hands.

“Want to go on a picnic?” he asks from out of nowhere after watching her wallow in self pity for a minute.

She lifts her head and looks at him. After staring at him for a good minute, she finally manages to form an answer.

“A picnic would be wonderful,” she says.

“Good,” he states.

She watches him in surprise as he hands the lead back to her and heads to the top of the steps. Sitting next to the front door is a picnic basket and a large blanket. He tosses the blanket over his arm and picks up the basket with a gloved hand.

“Where would you like to go?” he queries.

“I know the perfect place,” she states as she stands up.

She positions Magick at the base of the stairs and commands him to stay. She takes a couple steps up and then leaps to his back. After landing on her stomach, she pushes herself up with her arms and then swings her leg over his rump.

She holds her hands out to Abe and he hands over the blanket and basket. Then following her lead, he leaps onto Magick’s back and gracefully swings his leg over. She watches him in amazement as he positions himself right behind her.

“Do you have any idea how many times I had to practice that before I got it right?” she asks.

He chuckles as he takes the picnic items from her. After settling the blanket between them, he wraps his spare arm around her waist while the other one holds the basket. He leans over and kisses her cheek.

“More times than you care to count,” he finally answers with a smile playing across his lips. “We better get going. I’m getting hungry and your neck is looking very tasty.”

“Letch,” she mutters as she turns around and tries to conceal her own smile.

She clicks her tongue to Magick as she gently squeezes him with her calves. He starts to walk and she guides him towards the path she wants using nothing more then leg pressure and an occasional tug on his mane.

Half an hour later finds them emerging from the shadow of the trees into a brightly lit lush meadow covered in wild flowers. Bees and butterflies buzz and flit from one flower to the next. Birds are singing up in the trees and off to one side is a pool of water fed by an underground spring. She stops Magick near the water.

“You’re right,” he whispers into her ear. “It is perfect.”

He plants a kiss on her neck sending shivers down her spine and creating goose bumps down her arms. He hands her the basket and quickly dismounts. She gives him a mock glare as she hands back the basket and then dismounts as well.

Abe goes and examines the pool as Maggie unclasps the lead from Magick’s halter. The water is pure and clear and it’s a bit wider and deeper than most hot tubs. Abe’s skin longs to soak in there, but instead he turns back to his wife who’s spreading the blanket under the shade of a nearby tree.

He helps straighten out the fabric and then sits down. He starts to unload the basket as she sits down next to him. As he pulls out a bottle of apple cider, he notices Magick wandering around the clearing.

“Aren’t you worried that he’ll wander off?” Abe asks as he watches the Andalusian get a drink.

“No,” she answers as she takes the bottle and goes over to the spring. “He knows not to go far. And don’t worry about the predators, they know better.”

She places the bottle in the creek created by the overflow of the pool.

“That should be nicely chilled in a little bit,” she states.

He nods and then continues to unpack their lunch. She helps by getting out the plates, cutlery, glasses and napkins. When everything is ready, she goes back and gets the now chilled bottle of cider.

Half an hour later, and after a wonderful lunch of French bread, cheese, fresh fruit and cider, Maggie finds herself on her back watching the occasional puffy white cloud go floating overhead. When Abe is done repacking the remains of their lunch, he removes his respirator and settles down beside her. She snuggles up to him with her back to his side and sighs contentedly. He repositions himself so that they’re spooning, and starts to stroke her soft silky hair. Within moments, she’s sound asleep.
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