Apologies For The OOC, It’s Clone Cats！

Mpreg Hunter. Any ship. Any of choice. Just Pregnant!Hunter. Smut. Mom smut. Anything.

You challenged me to make Rex/Mpreg!Hunter hot and then I went and wrote 1600 words of pussy worship.... oops?

Rex doesn’t make it to Pabu very often. There are a lot of reasons for that, dangerous ones that seem to crop up around every corner these days. He knows his presence could bring trouble, and he wants to protect those boys and girl as much as he possibly can. But when Echo is insistent about bringing him along for Pabu’s version of Life Day—a day of celebration and sunlight and not a blaster in sight—he can’t say no. Life Day indeed. No one thought to warn him.

All of them are tanned and smiling, even Crosshair has gained a golden hue to his skin. But Hunter? Hunter is glowing. His hair is a little longer now, tied back into a half knot. His skin gleams with vitality and the way his middle is swollen and round makes Rex’s mouth run dry. He wants to rub his hands all over that bump. Wants to feel that little life inside move around. Wants to hang onto this moment for as long as Hunter will let him.

“So, which one?” Rex corners the sergeant after a nice meal out on the beach. He knows he is being impulsive, but he can’t hold the words back.

Hunter doesn’t pretend to not understand the question, “Don’t know. Don’t think it matters too much.” He is relaxed, happy, like this is the kind of question he is used to answering by now.

Rex tilts his head in agreement. This place and these people are a sedative to the nervous energy he always seems to carry around, and it is far too easy to imagine what it would be like to have a more permanent stake in it. “May I?”

That gets him a raised eyebrow but a gentle smile and nod too. Rex gently places one and then the other hand over Hunter’s gravid belly. His skin is warm under Rex’s palm and very quickly he feels a firm push against it, a solid little thump. He looks up at Hunter in amazement.

“She likes you.”

“She?”

Hunter shrugs. He is noncommittal but not unkind.

“What about her mama?” Rex’s eyes meet Hunter’s. They haven’t had these kinds of conversations too often, but he knows which words to use and which to swallow. He’s been well trained for it, same as Hunter. The Batch had offered their bed to him every now and again but he’d never taken them up on the offer. Now all he wanted to do was lay Hunter down on the nearest soft surface and show him just how amazing he really was.

It is Hunter’s turn to be amazed. “He likes you pretty well too.”

It was the answer Rex was hoping for, but hearing it still sends his pulse racing. He looks around, eager to make good on promises unspoken, greedy for what he missed out on this last year.

“Good. C’mon.” He’s careful as he grabs Hunter’s hand and pulls him into the house. He doesn’t miss the way the rest of the Batch smile knowingly.

Hunter is already stripping his shirt off by the time Rex has the door closed behind them. His chest is broader than Rex remembers, skin taut and tan over muscles that catch the evening light. Rex wants to worship at this altar, this impossible creature who he can’t believe is his for the taking. He grabs Hunter by the waist, kisses him hard and deep, feeling the way he melts and gives in to it.

“Rex,” Hunter gasps when he pulls back for air. “You—fuck.” Hunter lets himself be guided to the bed, fingers already working on his pants, but Rex is faster. Rex is determined. Rex wants to see and taste and experience every inch of him.

“Let me,” Rex growls, eyes blazing with a hunger that matches his voice, and he is peeling Hunter open, layer by layer, until every inch of him is splayed out and waiting, all for him. Rex pauses to take in the sight, to let it burn into his memory. Hunter’s skin is glistening with a sheen of warmth, his muscles making shadows in the dim room as he sprawls open. “So kriffing hot.” Rex descends on him with reverence and abandon, lips and hands moving over skin that is impossibly soft and hot under his touch.

He is all-consuming, applying his mouth to every inch of skin he can reach, feeling Hunter shiver and yield. Kissing and nipping at his pulse until it beats quick and sure beneath his lips. He wants to devour and savor him, wants to map him out with his tongue. He works his way down to his chest, teasing and tasting, finding those sensitive brown buds and giving one a tentative lick. That earns him a throaty gasp, a delicious sound that spurs him on. He licks again, more deliberate this time, and the gasp turns to a glorious moan as the lick becomes a gentle, insistent suck. Hunter arches into it, fingers kneading Rex’s shoulders, pulling him closer. Rex uses his hand to play with its twin, pinching and rolling it between his fingers, feeling Hunter’s body twitch and tremble beneath him. He switches sides, eager for more of those sounds, eager for all of it.

Hunter is making a noise he didn’t even know he could make, something between a whimper and a growl, and Rex is undone by it.He trails lower, tongue painting a path down Hunter’s belly, lingering at the line where skin stretches taut over his rounded middle. Rex nuzzles against it, kisses it, marvels at its fullness. “So beautiful,” he murmurs.

Hunter is panting now, eyes dark and wild, wanting and wanting and wanting. Rex can’t get enough of it, can’t get enough of him. He works his way lower, kissing a trail down to Hunter’s hips, his thighs, until he is right there.

Rex takes a moment to drink it all in, every detail of Hunter spread out before him. He is a feast, more than Rex ever imagined, and Rex wants to gorge himself on it. This is a memory he will keep forever, a sight that will haunt him when he’s off fighting battles, a sight he never dreamed he would be lucky enough to see in the first place. He presses his lips to Hunter’s inner thigh, then again, closer this time. He lets his breath fan over Hunter’s pussy. He can’t help the way his own hips grind involuntarily against the bed as he takes Hunter in like this.

“Kriff!” Hunter’s hips squirm and Rex can’t hold back a small smug smile. He is going to take his time, make Hunter feel this for days. With deliberate slowness, he runs two fingers up the outside of Hunter’s lips. Just a soft tease that makes Hunter whine in a way Rex will remember for the rest of his life, tattooed onto his mind. He wants to hear that sound every time he closes his eyes. He parts those slick folds gently, still running his fingers up and down, avoiding the tiny cock that he can see firming up. He takes each labia in turn, savoring the softness, and using his thumb and two fingers runs a gentle massaging stroke up and down before he touches deeper inside. Hunter’s breath catches and Rex knows that for once in his life, he is the one calling the shots. He is going to take Hunter apart, piece by piece, slowly and thoroughly.

“Reeeeex!”

The pleading cry only spurs him on, and he resumes teasing. He wants to keep Hunter on this edge for as long as he can stand it. The inner pink portion calls to him and the clean salty scent makes his mouth water. He lets himself have the tiniest of tastes, a quick, feather-light flick of his tongue before pulling back to drink in the reaction. Hunter’s hips buck and Rex is amazed at how sensitive he is, how much Rex can affect him.

Hunter is panting, voice catching, delirious with the teases. “Please,” he begs.

Rex wants to make a permanent home in that voice, that desperate begging voice. He gives another soft lick, then another, then another, until Hunter’s cries are coming in waves and his entire body is trembling with it. His mouth is everywhere, everywhere but where Hunter wants it most, and he has to hold Hunter’s hips down to keep him still enough not to buck right off the bed. When Hunter is finally keening and breathless, Rex lets his mouth close over the tiny cock and just holds it there, inhaling against Hunter’s skin, until Hunter makes a frustrated noise that has Rex nearly undone. Rex lets his breath ghost over him again, pulling back and then moving in closer, the warmth of it just kissing the edge of where Hunter needs it. He wants to hear every sound, watch every twitch, draw every single reaction out.

Rex can barely stand it himself, the way his dick is straining against his pants almost painfully, but he isn’t going to rush. He wants to savor it, savor Hunter. He flicks his tongue again and this time doesn’t stop, watches Hunter writhe as he slowly, slowly drags his tongue up and down the length of him. Rex is breathless with it, rutting against the bed to keep his own sanity. Hunter cries out again, half-sob, half-gasp, and Rex knows he will never get enough of that sound. He laps at Hunter’s glistening slick, tongue moving with more insistence now, more pressure, and Hunter’s hips buck again, his entire body tensing and quaking with it.

Rex knows he’s going to have to hear Hunter beg for it a thousand more times before he’s satisfied.

Clone Shipping Big Bang Sneak Peak!!

Very, very happy to have been part of @cloneshippingbigbang​ wonderful event, and to get to work on Squad 6 with @inkyclone99​! Here is a sneak peak into the delightful creation they have come up with!

Writer: inkyclone99

Artist: Me

Summary: A cute unclaimed omega sergeant decides to adopt unknown creature eggs and Echo, as a good ARC trooper with a crush…follows it without a question. 

Tags: Eggs, Dragons, Mpreg, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Hunter, Alpha Echo, Intersex Hunter, Hunter is Omega’s Parent, Protective Echo, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content

Sneak Peak!:

When Echo joined the batch, he expected a lot of things. The differences between his new vods, their abilities, their usual habits, hobbies, weird porn preferences…anything. Anything really. After spending so much time on the 501st, he was more than used to weirdness.

But the three head sized scaled eggs was new.

He stared at the eggs on one of the bunks, they seemed to be in a nest made from ripped blacks and a blanket. His frown in pure confusion. He knew it was an omega tradition to make nests but…wasn’t it just for when they were in heat or expecting? Besides what was one doing here? And…with eggs that size? He didn’t even knew an animal that had eggs like that. What??“

The Clone Wars: Season 5, Episode 12 “Missing in Action” Concept Art and Facts

Felt bad I didn’t have time to draw some TBB thing for Halloween so here is Hunter as Morticia Addams~ 🖤

How good it feels to draw a skin fitting dress and not having to cover his gorgeous hourglass-y motherly figure

Doubt he cuts his roses. Red is the perfect company color with black 🖤❤️🖤

Thank you for the great inspo 🥹❤️ he looked so cute I had to give a try myself!

Batch trying to do a mission but…oh well. He can make it work (baby daddy Echo is nearby no worries)

Well I couldn't stop myself from doing this.

I couldn't stop thinking about hunter being pregnant in his comic book outfit and please don't come after me. And he watching echo yell at the rest of the batch After they lost omega in a bar because I'm a proud Hunecho shipper. And hunter is pregnant with their twins Fives a boy and I can't decide on the girls name.

And hey @inkyclone99 could you draw this better than I did?.

Echo and Omega rescue a cat who turns out to be preggers, and they have to convince Hunter to keep her.

In the months following their escape from Kamino, Hunter had learned to expect the unexpected; something he would have thought himself well versed in already, as a soldier trained to adapt and survive in scenarios where a split second's decision could be the difference between life and death, and not just for yourself.

"Please?" Omega asks, as Hunter stares in disbelief down at her pleading, earnest brown eyes.

He's not sure what shocks him more; the fact he can hear several tiny, fluttering heartbeats that beat rapidly beneath the pace of the likewise accelerated, stronger vibrations of the two people before him... Or that his initial gut-reaction is to say "Yes, of course."

He wasn't terribly surprised by Omega being the source of shock for him today, but to have Echo standing beside her, a hand on the kid's shoulder, hovering protectively over both the child and the large, furry cat that has settled herself comfortably in the cradle of Omega's curled arms, has him reeling.

Two pairs of pleading eyes stare at him imploringly.

Hunter puts a hand to his head, still momentarily speechless. It's too early in the morning for this. How did they even find..? Not important. Not for now, anyways. He runs a hand down his face.

He blinks one eye open to stare at Echo when the man's heartrate suddenly speeds up.

"At least until she has the... Y'know," Echo falters, gesturing with his scomp-arm in a soft whirr of moving parts, belaying his hopefulness.

Hunter follows his gaze to the large, happily swollen belly of the long-haired loaf of silky fur. She blinks serene, crystaline blue eyes at him, then purrs once, a brief, short sound.

The vibration makes Hunter blink, remembering a hazy memory from last night, when he thought he heard rumbling in his sleep, but everything was too peaceful to...

Ah. So that's when they found the cat.

All three of them look -- four, counting the cat -- to the doorway of the Havoc Marauder's entry ramp as Tech enters the ship, staring down at his datapad.

"There is bad weather forcast for the next fortnight," he says without preamble. "This planet's monsoon season is setting in and the feline's nest of origin was not located in a safe area. I predict that she was someone's former pet, either abandoned or cast away, perhaps due to her gravid condition," he says in his absent-minded, factual way.

"You, too?" Hunter asks dryly, wondering just how they managed to sneak outside at night without waking him. "Where was she?"

"In a drain pipe located east of the well we have been using to supply our clean drinking water an--"

"Awww c'mon, just say yes!" Wrecker interrupts, rolling over in his bunk abruptly. "She's cute and fuzzy and she makes the kid happy."

Hunter's eyes slant to the side and upwards as he turns at the hip, narrowing his eyes at the soft stutter of someone else's heartrate.

"She's tidy," Crosshair comments, somehow knowing Hunter's attention is on him.

"And how would you know that?" Hunter wonders.

"Because there's already a litter box by the gunner access, these idiots were going to make her walk outside."

Hunter looks at his wrist to check his vambra--

The sight of his alarm-clock setting turned to inactive status has him do a double-take at the time. Shocked, he looks towards the suddenly rapid heartbeat who is responsible for the act.

Her grin is as unapologetic as her cleverness.

--

Omega's laughs echo down the hull of the ship as Hunter sits on the ramp, knees bent, elbows draped across them and hands hanging down.

"You're trying to look grumpy, and it's not working," Echo comments as his soft footsteps stroll down the metal. His limbs make a quiet whirr and clinking sound as the soldier sits.

"Hard to be mad when she's smiling like that," Hunter says honestly, allowing a small twitch to his lips. He sighs. "I hope you're not going to ask me to keep all of them. You know we--"

"Of course not," Echo assures him. But that smile on his face does nothing to ease Hunter's mind as he promptly continues, "Just the momma. Omega named her--"

"Jasmine," Hunter says with a sigh.

"Hunter! Hunter, look!" Omega suddenly cries, her voice shrill with excitement.

He's never told her, because it makes him so dang happy to hear the kid so excited, but her voice really hurts at some decibles.

"What is it?" he wonders. He's about to stand up to oblige, when he hears the pitter-patter of rapid footfalls down the ship, Omega's heart fluttering like a butterfly as she slows down, then carefully approaches him.

Twisted at the waist, Hunter's eyes widen a bit when he spots the small ball of fluff the kid is holding. Tiny blue eyes are just barely peeking out from between sticky eyelids.

"Aww, his eyes are opening," Echo coos adoringly. It's strange and pleasant to hear the soldier's voice so warm and softened, and Hunter can't stop a smile at his brother's own smile sitting so easily on pale, hollow features.

Hunter's brothers might think he caved for Omega's sake, but if he's being honest... It was the look on Echo's face that had him accepting the fate of yet another mouth to feed; and for at least a little while, several more. Echo hid his anxieties well, but there was no hiding them from Hunter's sharp senses.

If the cat made his brother sleep soundly at night, purring on his chest or curling up around his head, Hunter was glad for it. The anxiety meds the GAR had once provided were no longer an option to them.

"Cute," Hunter comments on the little kitten, then sucks in a startled breath when the tiny baby is suddenly thrust into his hands, Omega blissfully ignorant to Hunter's immediate distress.

"I, uh--"

"Awww, c'mon, you haven't held any of them," Echo encourages, throwing a smirk his way. "Afraid to lose your heart?" he taunts.

No, definitely not, but the little creature looks far more appropriate in Omega's gentle, delicate, tiny hands--

He stares down, wide-eyed, at the little black ball of fuzz. Hair sticks up every-which-way, unevenly tufted as the long hair grows in, its little tail curling around Hunter's wrist. Squinty eyes stare blearily around at wherever it's head ends up pointing, the muscles not yet developed enough to give the kitten any grace in movement.

It looks so small and fragile in his large, calloused hands.

"You look like you just got handed a live grenade," Echo comments with amusement. "Hey! Tech, grab the holopad--"

"No!" Hunter snaps, shooting him a glare, alarmed to feel his ears get warm. He doesn't need them snapping pictures of--

"Already done," Tech's dry voice informs them absently, as he steps into view tapping a few buttons on his vambrace. Their goggled brother picks a holopad off an ammunition's chest. Hunter had noticed it there before, but hadn't thought anything of it.

As he stares at Tech's small smile while his brother examines the screen, he rolls his eyes.

Unbelievable.

Omega looks cheeky. Hunter takes a moment to appreciate her wit and cleverness, because he has no doubt this strategy was probably the kid's idea, or at least the idea's origin point.

"I think you should, uh, take it back to its mom," he suggests, looking back down at the creature a split second before the tiny rush of air in its throat explodes out of its mouth as a tiny, high-pitched mewl.

The kitten's wide eyes stare up at him, fierce and angry and needy and so blue.

"Awwww he sees you!" Omega coos, already carefully scooping her slender fingers under the kitten's body and hind legs, supporting its weight carefully as she lifts the wee one up and away, hugging him protectively to her chest. "Don't worry, he's just crying because he wants more snuggles, he gets cold easily. He's like Crosshair was as a baby, always needy," she says in a conspiratorial stage-whisper.

Hunter smiles bittersweet at the memories her comment provokes, but chooses to settle on the good that Omega has highlighted.

"It's a shame we can't name him," she says sadly.

Hunter blinks at her, looking down at the kitten.

"Why not?" he wonders. Omega looks up at him, startled, as Hunter thinks of what name might suit those bright, fiery eyes and squeaky little meow. "Call him Gizmo."

He completely misses Echo's startled glance.

Omega's smile slowly stretches all the way across her face as she beams brightly up at him, and Hunter wonders faintly what memo he just missed.

She runs off to return the month-old kitten just as he opens his mouth to speak, so he directs his question to Echo.

"What? Is it a weird name?" he asks, baffled. If the Kaminoan's could assign them numbers as names at birth, then he didn't see why the kittens had to wait to earn a better one.

Echo looks at him like he should know exactly what he'd just done, one eyebrow raised.

"What?" Hunter repeats, his own heartbeat starting to pick up.

Echo just shakes his head at him, while Tech has been just staring at the whole interaction with raised brows.

--

Three months later, and they have rehomed six out of the seven kittens from Jasmine's litter to familys Omega and her brothers scoped out in town.

As the Havoc Marauder takes flight for its next destination, Hunter sighs, shaking his head at Echo, who sits in the pilot's seat with a purring feline comfortably napping.

He turns his head at the soft pad of feet, and can't stop the smile when Gizmo hops up onto his lap, and lays down.

Eyes are on him, but he doesn't care. Once that little purring rumble starts, Hunter's heart melts, and he quietly pets the silky fur as the brilliant streaks of hyperspace jump into being around them.

Pawn & Sword

This summer I had been asked by @chibimyumi to make a version of Pawn & Sword Reprise that was singable in English. Taking her translation, and working on it bit by bit over the past 7 months or so, I came up with this version, which conservatively keeps a lot of the original wording, which I felt was rich in imagery and poetic to begin with and added a lyrical touch to better fit the sounds in English.

For anyone interested, yes, I listened to this song on repeat for hours, weeks on end like a fiend to match the right sounds. It’s become one of my auditory stims now. Haha

Japanese poetry and lyrics are for the majority narrative, sparing with images, just enough to give you a feel or sense of the image like smoke.

If I were to elaborate, without keeping strictly to lyrics and only focusing on concepts the imagery would have been far greater. More like page poetry. But not singable perhaps?

I have sung this several times now tweaking it and perhaps it will be tweaked more, now that I have time. But not a lot.

Here are the notes I kept while working on it. If you think these are a lot, imagine the work a translator goes through to figure out how the original should be. Please go lavish @chibimyumi with praise for her translation work and so forth. It’s some of the most tiring work ever.

(I have professional linguist/ translator friends, I hear all about it)

If anyone is so inclined I would very much take pleasure in hearing karaoke or a cover of the song using these lyrics, just to test how well of a job I’ve done. please.

Pawn and Sword Reprise: Annotated transcription - Brooke Nilsson.

(1)Your (2) relentless (3) wishes

(4)surpass your (tiny) form (5) .

(6)Wishful eyes of despair. Greedy soul!

(7) I shall be

the One to grant

Your wish.

I will be your power

Your invincible pawn!

(8)Monochrome dissonance

Plays out on this stage

Until silenced.

———–

1. /Your/ the song needed to open on a similar hard sound to Gouyoku, it’s important that openings and endings sound the same in both languages otherwise it throws the whole song off.

2. relentless: this is synonymous and gives an almost identical image to ‘welling”, it has connotations with swiftness, hard, unending tasks and treatment and is also synonymous with revenge, using it tells you the nature of the wishes.

3. Wishes is the cannon word, it is more specific than desire (this has been used in other translations), which has deeper romantic/sexual connotations and is not specific. The 3 wishes reference.

4. This is a creepy joke going on in the original which is part of Sebastian’s intent, but in English, doesn’t fit the elegance of the rest of the song. I went with the implied image of the wishes being grander than the size of the wisher. Surpass has connotations of fast, upward movement, and mobility both physically and in a class sense. It sounds British. Tiny can be inserted to reinforce the original concept, but it might be cumbersome? try it out.

5. Form vs. Body: A note about Anglo-Saxon origin words vs. Latinate. Anglo-Saxon origin words are rougher and heavier in sound, they add weight to a word, but are notably harder to sing and less elegant. Latinate origin words have smoother flowing sounds and are easily sung. While these two words mean the same thing, the Latinate carries connotations of elegance, education, and sophistication (cold, snobby, sadist) which suits Sebastian. The quickest way to differentiate class and vocal tone in English is to use Latinate vs. Anglo-Saxon. (small vs. tiny: same as described)

6. This is a compounding of the original concept/image described in this line. I moved the mention of greed from the first line to here, as it works better as a form of address and reinforces the other concepts. The same goes for the next line.

7. These two words carry the weight of ownership over a task: /Shall/ indicates “determination, obligation, something owed”. It comes from Proto-Indo-European and is the origin of the word “shield, debt, guilt, blame, fault, it is also proper present tense. (formal British). /Will/ indicates wish/desire, to do something, be used, to choose. It is future tense. It comes from Latin word vel “wish”: to satisfy, be stuffed. will/wish synonymous. (These are all archaic and 19th century Sebastian hunger centric words, for that reason this entire song is one of the best Lord/vassal oath ballads I’ve read, in epic poetry.) The last line is unchanged as it is iconic.

8.I felt that there was importance to this already being in English, so I kept it. Monochrome (ancient Greek origin) doesn’t mean the contrast of black/white, it is the opposite, the sameness. It can be any colour but only one colour, of different shades. In photography it means greyscale. But the archaic form is more precise. This metaphor is used to describe moral ambiguity/hypocrisy. Everyone assumes they have higher/different motivations but in reality, the motives are all the same. (especially in the Madame Red arc) Dissonance is conflict, harshness of sounds. I interpreted this verse to mean the resolution of the conflict, everything suddenly becoming clear and audibly silent. The mention of the stage, it’s a nice sophisticated way of saying everything will be resolved in the next act.

————-

Ciel:

Sebastian Michaelis

Your name affixed

Sealed with our contract

The demon

fallen into my grasp. (9)

Sebastian:

Even if my body dies

your heart’s desire will be fulfilled

For I am your faithful servant.

Ciel:

I do not seek happiness

(10) Not for anyone’s sake or my own

Until my revenge, until that day

I will move ever forward

Sebastian:

Maddening, noble form

exuding that alluring scent

You are my beautiful lord

If it is your wish…

Sebas: To anywhere – I shall guide you

Ciel: To anywhere – at my command

Sebas: Even in dreams, your shadow

Ciel: Swear to me –

Sebas: Secretly

Ciel: Your loyalty

——–

9.The English phrase for this concept is “fallen into my lap”. I took inspiration from Nayuta’s grasping upwardly into the air when he sings this, and felt the concept best understood as “fallen into my grasp” meaning to hold unexpected power over something, to gain power unexpectedly.

10. This line about Ciel’s motivation is often the least well understood. The idea that he is seeking revenge out of principle, duty, despite knowing that it won’t bring him or anyone else happiness. My take is that he is fulfilling a duty, satisfaction coming from the idea that no one thought he was capable of anything, yet here he is doing this task. It can be seen/felt as selfish proving yourself this way. This concept comes up a lot in disability discourse.

——–

Sebas:

(11)Bound by the threads of fate

Between dreams and reality

At the edge of reason

Wanders your soul

While the pages of your story still turn

I’ll continue to light your lamp

(12) Shielding your soul–

Even if your throne should fall

And your shimmering crown, rust away

And the dead pile towers high–

I shall heed

Until I hear your final call!

——

11./The borders of black and white/ in this context I decided that the concept here referred to ‘mental twilight’ or reason/sanity.This gets referred to a lot in the series. The threads of fate concept I rearranged the lines to give them the alliteration of the original and better narrative order in English and make it singable. Ending lines on n/l or a vowel is a professional tip.

12.The concept of preservation being sung of here, /shielding/ is a synonym for preservation and ties back to the original concept of the vows */shall/ being made. The ripening of the soul I left to subtext as this concept is redundant to the rest.

El gatoooo

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