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Trial and Error (LustfulSins X Maeir)

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Life had always been rough for Josiah, junkie parents that often left him with strangers while they went to get high, bullied in high school for his home life. He had been ripped from his home at the age of Twenty-Two by the DEA. His home had been raided His mother hauled off to prison whilst his father drew a gun on the police and was shot in front of him. Being ripped from the only safe place he had sent him into a downward spiral. He slept in an alley behind a fast food joint, one of the workers used to bring him food once a day just to make sure he didn't die and even gave him a blanket and some new clothes. One day he had felt like just ending his life. He smelt horrible and eventually lost his office job. He had taken the last of his money roughly twenty dollars to the nearest bar to where he slept. He had bought four shots of tequila. It tasted horrendous but he needed the liquid courage for what he had in mind. When he left the bar and paid his tab he went to a secluded bridge and climbed onto the edge. He was ready to jump when a woman had seen him. She had sat down next to him and began to speak

"Life that bad huh kid?" She asked. She was probably in her late thirties though she looked much older in his eyes, she reminded him of his mother. He didn't want to hear anything she had to say he tried to ignore her, but she kept talking and fumbled with a bag. "Life's tough but there's things that help. Sex, booze, drugs. Look kid, if you're going to end it anyways you might as well have a little bump of this. It will either make you want to live or it won't change your mind. Here" She held up a small square mirror with white powder, It almost looked like flour but it had a weird opal hue to it. Coke he assumed. She had a point. Maybe it would help? If not he was already here. He carefully moved back off the edge of the bridge and sat down next to her. Taking the rolled up dollar bill from her.

Josiah looked at the woman a bit unsure "How much do I take? the whole thing or just half?"

The woman laughed "The whole line kid. It's small. I usually do three times that size."

Josiah nodded moving his head down to snort the product, sticking the straw in his nose, plugging the other nostril and inhaling sharply like he saw his parents doing when he was younger. Immediately he felt the rush of the drug entering his blood stream. His nose burned causing him to squint his eyes close drop the bill and pinch both sides of his nose. "Fuuuuck! OW! How do you do this shit that hurt!!"

The woman just laughed at him "You get used to it." She handed him a small card with a number and an address on it. "My dealer. He's kind of a scary dude, but He's got some of the best product. Go there, tell the guy at the door Sarah paid for you to get a gram if you decide to stay alive. This is only one of the many he sells. If this isn't the best fit for you there's others. Uppers, downers, Hallucinogens. Here." She handed him the mirror a small bag with maybe two points of coke inside and the dollar bill. Before she stood up ruffled his messy hair and walked off.

It had been two years since then. He was twenty-four now Living in a run down extremely cheap motel. He was a full blown addict, The man Sarah had sent him too had not only given him drugs but also a job. It was a horrible job and the pay was terrible, however it allowed him to get off the streets and support his habit, it was a win win for him

Today he planned on going to the mans house to pick up more having sold the rest of it the night before. He grabs his shoes from the closet and threw on a green wool sweater as well as a pair of slim fit blue jeans He then threw on his oversized glasses. He Pulls out his flip phone and sent a text to the man. "I'm on my way with the cash. Be about half an hour, I need more, Personal and to sell." He hit send and walked out the door. Locking the motel door he turns to leave walking down to the bus stop. He timed it perfectly, the bus was just pulling up as he was getting to the stop. He stepped on handed the bus driver his fare and sat in the back of the bus waiting till they were close enough for him to walk.

Half an hour had passed and Josiah was now a short three minute walk from the home. He thanked the bus driver and got off walking quickly to the address. He stopped at the front door and knocked. "Hey, I'm here to see the boss."

The man behind the door nodded and opened the door.

Josiah thanked him and headed inside. He walked straight to the office and set the money down on the mans desk standing at the corner of the surface. "Only had an issue with one buyer. He tried to rob me but I handled it. He paid double so there's an extra Three hundred in there for you."
 
Tyran (pronounced teeran)​
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Tyran has been a vampire, undead, for nearly a century. Turned at twenty five, his age counted is one hundred ten. And in all that time, he has found the most entertainment in the way desperate humans feed their addictions. Whether that be sex, alcohol, or drugs. People with little to lose, even less self respect. Those are the people Tyran finds most interesting. What would they do to get their next fix? For some, it meant selling their body. For others, it meant a knife into another's back.

Tyran had changed cities ten years previously, and rather quickly made a name for himself running one of the most successful drug rings. Successful for him, anyway. He paid his mules well enough to keep them off the streets if they used, in better conditions if they didn't. Not all his mules used his drugs; those that didn't had never started, and didn't intend to, having simply started pushing his drugs for the extra income.

Recently, Tyran had used his knowledge of the venom he produces to create a new drug. The venom acts as an aphrodisiac, to keep his meals compliant while he feeds. Last month, he'd gotten the idea to attempt turning it into a new drug. Over the past few weeks, he had managed to create a concentrate that could be added to a binding powder, and then pressed into tablet form. He needed to test it though, but he needed someone dumb enough to try it, or someone he could dose without their knowledge.

When Josiah, a relatively young male, texts to say he's coming to pick up more drugs, the perfect opportunity lands right in his lap. The young man wouldn't know what hit him. Tyran alerts the two men that share his house, his most trusted allies and the only two people that know what he is, that Logan is on his way. He informs them they are not to be disturbed for anything less than an emergency. When Josiah arrives and sets down the bag of cash, Tyran stands from his chair behind the desk.

Tyran walls around the desk, pulling the cash out and running his thumb across the end. To others, it would seem he's just ruffling the stack. But his vampire eyes see each bill pass under his thumb, very rapidly counting them. Satisfied, he leaves $100 more than the usual third he normally gives back to his mules as payment, making sure Logan sees the extra payment. It's incentive for the boy to not turn down his next request. "You've done well this time, Josiah. Why don't we have a drink to celebrate?"

Tyran walks over to the safe set in the wall, using his body to block Josiah's view of the code. He places the stack of cash in, and pulls out the small plastic vial of tablets containing his new drug. He has yet to give it a name. Closing the safe, Tyran heads to the minibar he keeps here in his office. Alcohol has no effect on him as a vampire, but he likes the taste of it. He pours a drink for himself, an expensive whiskey, while waiting for Josiah's answer. The plastic vial of tablets is hidden in his palm.
 
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Josiah watches the man closely, making sure he is pleased with the pay he has brought to him. The young man's eyes come to rest on the extra $100 he left on the desk for him. Josiah hesitates for a moment, pondering over if this is a test or not by the other man, the praise from Tyran tells him it's not. Josiah grabs the money from the table then shoves it into his back pocket, It's not uniform, the bills will be crumpled but Josiah wasn't one to care to much about how money looked, money was money in his eyes.

Josiah nods to the man acknowledging the praise as well as his offer of a drink. "Of course Sir, I'd love one thank you." He wasn't a big drinker, finding he preferred drugs to booze, but he was not about to deny his employers request. As the older man walks to the safe Josiah bows his head to the floor, respecting the mans privacy, it was something he always did, just incase Tyran didn't block the safe enough. Though Josiah was always curious about how much was in the safe at any given time and if he did get in there, could he even make it out alive with the money? That was unlikely.

Though the temptation coursed through Josiah's veins he would never choose to defy the man in such a way. Tyran had helped him more than anyone else in the past couple of years and he was eternally grateful to him. Upon hearing the safe close Josiah lifts his head up to look at him, he follows the man to the minibar, moving to stand next to it, watching as he pours himself the first drink. Josiah begins to fiddle with his thumbs, this feels strange, Josiah didn't feel he was worthy of having a drink with the top dog. In his eyes he hadn't done much in the business.
 
Tyran smirks when Josiah accepts his offer of a drink. He had known he would, it would be foolish for the boy to reject it. Nobody wants to say no to Tyran, for fear of punishment, or worse, being cut off from their drug fix.

Tyran pours a drink for Josiah, tipping a single tablet into the whiskey. He sets the bottle down, tucking the vial behind it so its out of sight. Pocketing the vial would bring suspicion. Tyran swirls both drinks to make it seem a normal thing as he turns toward Josiah. By the time he faces the boy, the tablet has already dissolved. "When was the last time you dosed yourself, Josiah? Are you still pacing yourself like I suggested?" Tyran usually recommends no more than three personal doses a week to his mules, so they're not too brain dead to remember to push his drugs.
 
Josiah watches the man pour the drinks, though he isn't really watching for the man to drug him as he trusts him, well, more than he probably should at least. Therefore he didn't see the tablet plop into the drink. He was more or less zoned out on the mans hands it had been a day or two since his last hit and he was definitely craving the sweet feeling of the drugs coursing through his veins once more. Josiah snaps back into focus as the man turns to face him, He stands upright once more and nods

"Yes Sir, I'm still trying to find a better way to pace myself, if i go more than a day without dosing myself i notice i start to get a bit, one track minded. I'll fix it I promise. I think I last dosed myself not yesterday, but the day before that Sir. It was my last dose and I knew I had to come see you today anyways so I figured I'd do a dose when i got back home. Just to stop the cravings."
 
Tyran hums, passing the glass of drugged whiskey to Josiah. "Be careful you don't start dosing more often. You know what happens if you're too high to make me money." One man had ignored Tyran's warnings before, had dosed every day for two weeks. When he hadn't come for his next pickup, Tyran had gone to him. The result had been a total withdrawal of access to drugs, and the man had been tied up, literally, in Tyran's main warehouse as an example. After a week filled with withdrawal fever and vomiting, Tyran had dosed him again, to ensure his addiction stayed intact. Nobody had made the same mistake since.

Tyran clinks his glass against Josiah's then tips his head back to down it. His ice blue eyes then watch Josiah, to make sure he finishes his drink.
 
Josiah takes the glass of whiskey from the man and nods quickly "Yes Sir, of course." Josiah knew what the man was capable of and did not want to risk being harmed in any way shape or form, while he may be craving a next dose he knew how to pace himself. If he didn't want to get cut off he would have to do as told completely. Tyran said three doses a week and no more than that, that's what Josiah did. If he told him to drop down to two a week? He'd struggle, but he would manage.

Josiah put the glass to his lips watching the other man finish the entire glass, Josiah had only wanted a sip however something told him he should finish it like Tyran had. He tips the glass back swallowing all of the liquid inside careful not to spill any, before he wipes his mouth on the sleeve of his sweater. He shutters slightly, his lips tightening into a thin line, it tastes horrible to him but he had to pretend it was good. He forces himself to smile and nods at the man before him "Delicious Sir, thank you."
 
Tyran's not dumb. He can see the faintest hint of displeasure on Josiah's face. But he nods, silently complimenting the boy on his effort to please his boss. Tyran takes the glass away, turning back to the bar to set both glasses down. However, he doesn't dismiss Josiah. "What do you think about the other mules, Josiah? Are they as efficient as you? Do any of them slack?" It's not uncommon for Tyran to ask opinions of his mules. He doesn't often get to see more than the cash influx, so word of mouth from his mules is mostly all he gets.

Tyran also needs to keep Josiah occupied. With a bite, the vampire venom affects people differently. Most commonly, dizziness followed by a hot feeling comes first, then the extreme sensitivity. Sometimes, the bitten human reacts immediately, becoming lustful and receptive. Because the venom has been concentrated and placed in a pill, Tyran has no way of knowing how it would affect Josiah.
 
Josiah was caught off guard, it had been a while since the man had asked about his other mules. Something Josiah hated was putting other people at risk, so he hated when the man would ask about his other mules, though he knew he had no choice but to answer honestly. He was quiet for a moment to think if there was anyone he thought could be doing more. "Um, well, Christina came over last night after a bad day. She said something about having to pick up a shift at the strip club because she was robbed and didn't have everything she owed you, I think she just needs to learn how to defend herself. There are some pretty bad people out there. But I think it was wise her getting a shift to cover the loss Sir." He had added the last bit in to hopefully spare the girl any trouble.

When he was speaking Josiah had felt fine, a bit dizzy but he assumed that was just the alcohol he drank so fast. He was after all a light weight, the last time he had actually drank was the night he tried to end it all. Josiah looks back up at the man, his light brown eyes landing on the mans icy blue ones. "Please don't punish her. She's still rather new, I can teach her if need be." He pleads, His cheeks were flushed red, and a bit warm to the touch, while he could feel the warmth without touching his own cheeks he once again, just assumed it was the alcohol, as that was a side effect when some were intoxicated.
 
As displeased he is to hear a mule had lost money owed to him, Tyran's glad she made the decision to fix it. "At least she's covering her losses. For that, I won't punish her. Let her know she needs to figure out how to avoid such situations in the future." Tyran leans his rear against the bar, folding his arms over his chest. He can see the flush in Josiah's cheeks. Good, the new drug is taking effect.

"Anything else you want to tell me, Josiah?" Tyran tilts his head, making it seem like there's something else he already knows. Even if there's nothing else, the ruse certainly ensures his mules don't lie to him.
 
Josiah nods quickly, a wave of relief washing over him "Yes Sir, Of course, I will tell her!" While he is pleased the girl will be spared Tyran's tone and stance makes it seem like Josiah has forgotten something. "Um..." He pauses and looks down, trying to rack his brain for anything he may have forgotten. Was there something he was missing? Had anyone else said something that seemed off? Had he seen something? No, No that was it. Everyone else he knew of was doing okay, he was sure of that.

"No Sir, I'm sorry. If I'm forgetting something please forgive me." His right hand moves to his left sleeve pushing it up after that, the left hand does the same. There were goosebumps on his arms but he didn't feel cold, if anything he felt hot. He brought one hand up to begin fanning his face. He could feel every inch of his clothing now, every small movement he made with his arms he could feel the sweater gliding over his flesh. To him, it seemed someone had turn the heat up to 80 degrees, and he was not dressed for warm weather. Did alcohol always affect him this way? "I'm sorry Sir, That must've been some strong whiskey. I think I'm a bit tipsy."
 
The corner of Tyran's mouth curves upward, seeing Josiah becoming hot. When the boy apologizes, Tyran shakes his head. "It was strong." Eventually, the boy might realize it wasn't just whiskey. But hopefully the drug would have taken full effect by then. Tyran pushes off the bar, approaching Josiah.

Standing in front of Josiah, Tyran looks him over. He can feel the heat radiating from the boy's skin. He doesn't speak, though, leaving Josiah to stand there as he watches him. Watches Josiah slowly sink into the effects of the drug. How long until the lustful part kicks in? Until the effects start to show physically, with Josiaj forming a sudden, and likely, unwanted erection?
 
At the moment, Josiah was blissfully unaware he might have been drugged, He was too focused on avoiding embarassing himself. It had only been a couple of minutes since he had ingested the substance. The mans voice rang out and Josiah laughs softly nodding "Strong booze and lightweights dont mix very well, I suppose"

He watches as the man moves in front of him. His mind was clouded with lust, He had never thought that way before, about the man before him. Sure Tyran was an attractive man, but Josiah knew it was not possible, and would never happen. Tyran was his boss. Still, The real world seemed to slip from Josiahs grasp as all he could think about was the man before him using him. He shook his head and moved his hand up to rest on the other mans chest, Using his body to steady himself as he stepped back, It wasn't something he would ordinarily do. "No, no I think something else is wrong." as he stepped back, his pants rubbed against his groin earning a very subtle moan, to which he quickly covered his mouth. What was happening to him? Did his boss drug him? Was it an accident? "D-Did you put something in my drink?" He looks up at the man with pleading eyes. This made no sense to Josiah. If he had wanted to dose him all Tyran had to do was give Josiah the drug and he would've likely taken it. why had he felt the need to hide it.
 
Tyran unfolds his arms when Josiah places a hand on his chest. He's figuring it out, that it's not just the whiskey. But even with that knowledge, Josiah's reactions are still genuine. Tyran grips Josiah's wrist, preventing him from pulling away. The small moan gives Tyran more information on the drug's progress through Josiah's system. "I needed pure results, untainted by knowing you had been drugged. New drugs need objective testing, unhindered by the subject's expectations."

Tyran moves his other hand to brush his fingers against Josiah's cheek, testing his sensitivity. His hand moves down to the boy's neck, resting on the side of it. His thumb strokes Josiah's collar bone. "You just happened to have the perfect timing to visit."
 
Josiah inhales sharply as his wrist is grabbed. The mans words brought everything into perspective, His actions were not his own. This drug hadn't been tested, there was no way of knowing how it would affect someone. Knowing he had been drugged hadn't helped Josiah any. He still couldn't think or react clearly. He wanted to fight back, what Tyran did was not okay and Josiah was certainly upset, but yet, when the mans hand touches his cheek Josiah shudders and leans into the touch.

It felt like sparks were shooting from the mans fingertips into his body. His eyelids flutter slightly, his head tilts back giving the man better access to his neck. His breathing quickens at the stroke of the mans thumb. "What you did is wrong Tyran. I'm not a guinea pig, I'm a person. This drug could kill me. What is it? What did you give me? How do you know it's safe" Though his body was betraying him, leaning into each touch screaming for more. He was still able to stand his ground with his words.
 
Tyran smirks at Josiah's reactions to his touch. The boy's skin is hot, enough that Josiah likely doesn't realize Tyran's skin is cold. Tyran pulls Josiah's hand up over his shoulder, so the boy can't stop him from moving closer. Then he releases his wrist, moving his left hand down, then up under Josiah's shirt. The boy's words don't stop him. Instead, he growls.

"You work for me, Josiah. Without me, you would have nothing. No money, no drugs. You would be right back where Sarah found you two years ago." Tyran pauses, tilting his head. His left hand slides up Josiah's stomach, his forearm pushing the boy's shirt up. "Besides, it's not going to kill you. The substance it's derived from is non-lethal. It'll just give you a.." He pauses again, hand dropping down to cup Josiah's groin. "Raging erection."
 
Josiah rests his hand on the mans shoulder grasping firmly, The mans hand under his shirt causes him to gasp and push his torso forward against the man involuntarily. The mans words were like a knife to the chest, they hurt, but he wasn't wrong. Without Tyran Josiah would likely be dead by now. While part of him knew he owed Tyran everything, another part hated how he was being treated, Josiah wasn't a person to Tyran, just money, and a test subject.

Would he risk killing someone who made him money just to test a drug? No, surely he wouldn't right? Josiah didn't know, but nothing could be done now, he had already ingested it, the drug was already in full effect, all he could do now was ride it out. The grasp to his groin made Josiah groan. His grasp on the man tightens, nails digging into the flesh on his shoulder. Josiah shudders pushing his pelvis against the mans hand, Josiah hadn't realized how his cock was straining against his own pants, to focused on the situation at hand. "Fuck..." He whispers, he could feel his heart rate increasing, his body was on fire, aching for the mans touch.
 
Tyran watches Josiah closely, the way his breath quickens, the way he pushes against his hand. Tyran shifts his hand, slowly rubbing the bulge in the boy's pants. "The effect is ideal, what I was expecting. Lust, uncontrolled sexual need." Tyran is happy with the drug's effects. And now, what to do with Josiah?

Tyran smirks, moving his right hand away from Josiah's neck. His hand moves up under the back of the boy's shirt, tracing his spine. Well, might as well take advantage of the situation. Josiah can't exactly fight him off. Tyran moves his left hand to pop the button on Josiah's jeans, pulling the zipper down. Then his hand dips inside, fingers wrapping around the boy's cock.
 
Josiah bites at his lower lip struggling to keep quiet, however when Tyran speaks once more Josiah looks up at him confused. "A sex drug? You used me as a guinea pig for a sex drug?" Josiah couldn't stop the man even if he wanted to for numerous reasons. He shook his head slightly in disbelief before shuddering from the fingers along his spine.

Before he could even react his pants were unbuttoned and the zipper undone. His lips part as he tilts his head back, "Fuck.. Tyran..." His hand that was resting on the mans shoulder moves down to grasp at the mans wrist of the hand shoved down his pants. Josiah doesn't try to pull him away however, he is unsure of how to react. The drug makes his body need this, but yet he wants to resist.
 
Tyran chuckles, leaning his head down close to Josiah's face. He licks him, tongue dragging from the corner of Josiah's mouth across his cheek to his ear. Tyran's fingers squeeze slightly as he works his hand along Josiah's cock in the confined space of his pants. "This drug could be a lot of fun once it's on the black market."

Tyran is surprised Josiah's legs haven't given out yet. He seems quite overwhelmed by the drug's effects. Still, he's perfectly receptive, which is the desired result from Tyran's new drug. His right hand strokes the small of Josiah's back, fingertips light and teasing.
 
Josiah moans softly, the mans tongue on his flesh was hotter than he ever thought possible. Any other time that would've grossed him out. He bit his lower lip once more his chest rising and falling with his jagged breaths. His hands move to grasp the waistband of his pants pushing them down slightly. He needed out of his clothes, it was much too hot to be stuck in tight clothing. Once his pants fell to his knees Josiah's hands find the mans sides, fingers curling and grasping at his shirt.

Josiah began to rock his hips involuntarily. The small movements on his back sending chills throughout his body. "It needs to be tweaked, it's too much Tyran." What ever he was given definitely was strong. Josiah didn't actually know if it was too much or if fighting it was making it worse. All he knew was he was overwhelmed with desire, he needed the man before him, at this point, he'd do anything to get that. Josiah's left hand moves to slip under the other mans shirt resting on his chest over his left pectoral muscle. "Please Tyran." He didn't exactly know what he was asking for, did he want release? Did he want it to stop? or did he want more?
 
Josiah's eagerness, though driven by the drug, makes Tyran's cock twitch. When he shoves down his pants, there's more room for Tyran to stroke the boy's cock. His thumb rubs across the tip, teasing out the first drops of precum. Hearing Josiah say it's too much makes the blond man laugh. "Not at all. This is exactly what I had hoped for."

Josiah's wandering hand makes Tyren growl softly. While Tyran's hands are ever cold, the rest of his body is generally quite warm. And when Josiah begs for.. something, Tyran's smirk widens. Tyran releases Josiah completely, but only for a second. He picks the boy up, literally draping him overnhis shoulder. One hand grasps his ass cheek while the other grasps the back of his thigh. This is how Tyran carries Josiah out of the den and down the hall to his bedroom.

Inside, the room is decorated mostly in blacls and dark blues. Tyran drops Josiah onto the bed, not entirely gentle. His hands strip Josiah's shirt from his body, then trail down his skin. Down his legs, removing his shoes, socks, then the pants hung at his ankles. With Josiah naked, Tyran half kneels over him, fingers stroking his cock again. "You want me to touch you, don't you?"
 
Josiah groans once more feeling the mans thumb over the head of his cock. He could feel his cock throbbing with each small movement the man made. His hand stops moving hearing the mans growl. He tilts his head up to look up at the man had his hand wandered to far? "No, No please" Josiah had thought the man was upset with him, and therefore wouldn't continue when he released his cock. However that assumption quickly diminished when he was hoisted over the mans shoulder.

Josiah wiggles around in the mans grasp slightly "Where?" he mutters while they leave the den. His question soon answered as he was tossed onto the bed landing with a thud. Josiah lifts himself onto his elbows peering down at the other man as he continues to strip him of his clothing His eyes watching every movement. The mans hand returning to his cock once more causes his breath to hitch in his throat, He pushes his hips up against the mans hand nodding eagerly. "Yes Please.."
 
Tyran licks his lower lip, watching the way Josiah reacts to his touch. His right hand slides up the boy's torso to his chest. He pushes, pressing Josiah down onto his back again. Then his thumb passes over the boy's nipple. "The drug makes you so sensitive."

Keeping Josiah distracted by stroking his cock, Tyran leans over to grab a bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer. When he straightens, he shoves Josiah's legs wide, settling himself on his knees between the boy's thighs. Somehow, he manages to get lube on two fingers without removing his left hand from Josiah's cock. Those two slicked fingers, slide along the crease of the boy's ass cheeks, touching his hole.
 
Josiah groans while being pushed back onto the bed. He wanted to watch the mans movements. Though he didn't try to resist him. HIs back arches as the mans thumb grazes his nipple "Fuck..." he whispers before tilting his head back to enjoy the mans work on his cock which was slick with precum. He feels the movement in the bed but assumes it's just Tyran getting comfortable however when his legs are moved he tilts his head down watching the man closely.

"Lube?" He asked softly he shook his head "Tyran, I'm not sure if I can handle that on this drug." he protests, despite knowing full well he wanted it, badly. He groans then lays his head back onto the bed, trying to focus on relaxing he quickly bit his lower lip his hands sliding down to grasp at the bed sheets just as he felt the mans fingers slip over his cheeks and against his entrance.
 
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