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Rae sighed as she listened to a crowd call her name. She tried to convince herself that this was all seh could ever want. It was all she ever needed. Shutting her eyes, she swallowed. No, she wanted more. She needed more. She missed how she would roll over in the middle of the night and look at her and breath her name. She was what she needed. But she had been too much baggage for her. Far too much. When she woke up tied to the bed and recieving lashes until she was bleeding to unconsciousness, she had to leave. She wouldn't listen, and Rae was tired of talking. With a soft sigh, she ran her hand over a locket that hung between her breasts of her and Rae smiling like two kids. It was a time long ago, but, one she still carried.

"Come on! They are calling for us." The drummer pushed Rae out on stage. To protect herself and her sanity, she everything. Even her position in a band. A new band. She had to say goodbye to the 'Flying Pussies' when she left her. She was quickly picked up by 'The Whigs' and put in back up guitar. No longer lead. No longer in the light singing her heart out to her. She had taken her heart. Even her fans didn't recognize her and told her how much like Rae Collins she was. To that, Rae would smile and nod adn talk about how much she loved her as a singer.

Walking out on stage, she held a new guitar and began to play the opening chords with the bass. No more solos, no more crazy stunts. Rae was curious if she would ever get out of this funk.

Tonight, the 6'0 beauty was dressed in tight vinyl pants that were black with her lace up doc martins. her shirt was white and long sleeved but showed off her breasts. The reason for the long sleeves, she had a tattoo. It was a tattoo when she was still with 'The Children of the Night' and got a half sleeve of bats. She had one other tattoo of her name up her thigh. She continued to play. Her once a beautiful shade of blue hair was died black and she had let it grow out long. Gah she hated it. She also never wore her lip ring anymore. Rae had burned herself and ran from her mistress. The one that she loved.

The one thing she couldn't change, and the one thing that her mistress had constantly told her that she loved the most, was her legs. They were long and very shapely.
 
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Aimee pushed her way through the swarm of bodies praising the name of the band that was about to play, The Whigs. She wanted a view of the concert from as close to the stage as they would allow and if knocking a few people over would achieve that, it was what she was willing to do. A very obscene words were shouted at her and someone tried grabbing her but she continued to push through until she was near the front of center stage. Exactly where she needed to be.

Rock was not normally something she enjoyed enduring for however many hours this concert was said to last, but there was someone here that she needed to see. Rae Collins, her ex-girlfriend. Well she wasn't sure if she should be considered an ex since that had never ended the relationship; Rae just ran from her. And it had confused her. Aimee love Rae and treated her with the utmost respect should could give. She gave that girl the best of and even though she happened to receive the worst as well.

Sometimes Aimee wasn't herself, especially when she was off of the medication she was practically ordered to take. But she wanted to feel alive and the only way to do that was to stay off the meds for a few weeks. But Aimee had never done anything outrageous while she was free from the groggy side effects of the medication. She was just more wild and tended to care less about what others thoughts. And sure, maybe ever once and a while, Rae would do something to upset her otherwise pleasant mood and she would have to punish her. But if Aimee didn't punish her, she would never learn. But apparently Rae did not appreciate that because one day she up and left.

Aimee had came home from a long days of sifting through court cases due to the orders of her boss at the law firm and she had wanted to cuddle next to Rae. Whisper into her ear and enjoy a night of amazing sex. But her lover's belongings were gone and she was left with nothing, not even a note. She had been bitter at first but now, she just missed wrapping her arms around the delicious body of Rae's.

And it was what led her hear tonight. She had heard, from many fans of rock, that the new guitarist of The Whigs resembled the lead singer of Flying Pussies. Rae Collins, her Rae. She had to see it for herself which is why when tickets were being told for tonight's gig, she must have been one of the first to buy. Even if this new person happened not to be her lover, enjoying just the sight of someone similar to her love would satisfy her needs for at least the night.

Dressed scantily, which was completely out of the norm, she wore a tight black mini skirt and covered her legs with fishnet stockings. Her breasts spilled from her low-cut V-neck and her long red hair hung loosely in curls over her shoulder and down her back.
 
Rae was playing along to the second song when that was when she spotted her. Jesus Tap Dancing Christ, there she was. Aimee. Her throat went dry and her hands froze over the guitar strings. A pool of ice flooded her stomach. How did she find her? How the fuck. Her eyes looked down into those green eyes. Those pink lips that were curved up into a soft smile. THe lioness that found her prey. The drummer, basist, and lead vocals all turned to stare at Rae. Who froze. Pulling a Walt Disney. It wouldn't have been bad, if the lead vocals talents were what she used to have. Trembling, she could not tear her eyes away from Aimee. She could feel her heart racing, the part of her body that was for so long dry and unhappy, now flourishing, coming alive, becoming slick and moist with the possibilities. Her Aimee, her sweet, psychotic, Aimee. Here in teh flesh and bone, in her clothes that told Rae all the things she wanted to do and be done to her.

Turning, she had to leave. Now! The Whigs were no where near the talent she was. She strung her guitar to her back and wrote out a jumbled ranting note to The Whigs, packed up her things. She just hoped she could outrun Aimee. She winced as there were no Taxi's nearby. She growled adn grabbed her few belongings and began to run down the street like the devil was after her. She had to run from Aimee, because if she walked, she would have found herself face to face with her and wrapping her arms around her. No! She had to run. She ran long and hard, until she couldn't anymore. Sitting outside on a bench of some high end hotel, she leaned forward breathing hard.

She panted and leaned her head to the side and groaned. She was not worried for The Whigs, they would somehow ind a way to continue on without her. But God, those green eyes, that red hair. An image of Rae gently tongue fucking Aimee to wake her up played in her head. She wanted Aimee, regardless of all teh crap she had to go through. She wanted her. But Rae could not let herself want Aimee. She swallowed and leaned back as the bell hop came over.

"Miss, are you ok? Can I call an ambulance for you?' Rae was breathing hard and she shook her head and managed a simple "Taxi." The bellhop smiled and nodded adn walked into the little compartment and called her a taxi. Getting up, Rae stumbled to a potted plant and emptied out teh contents of her dinner.

Her long black hair falling into her face as she continued to get sick. Damn her long hair, she wanted it short, like when she was back with Aimee.
 
A smile came to her face when the black-haired female had stopped playing. She had stared right at Aimee and soon after some time, ran off the stage. Though her hair was now long, dyed black, her tattoos had been covered, and she no longer wore her nose ring' it was Rae. Aimee knew it. She bit her lip in anticipation, knowing that as soon as the show was over and was going to go greet her lover. After all the years, she was finally going to see her once again. Touch her smooth skin with the base of her fingertips, run her hands through Rae's hair, and suckles her on tasty tongue. Maybe tonight they could do more than just kiss. The thought had a throbbing sensation appear in the base of her core and she honestly couldn't wait any longer. Pushing through the crowd once more, Aimee went to find her lover.

However, once she was backstage, Rae was nowhere to be found. The other members of the band looked confused as well and all crowded around a piece of paper that seemed to be left behind. Elbowing one of them out of the way, she snatched the note went through it, reading over her lover's familiar handwriting. She then crumpled the paper into her hand and tossed it aside as she exited from backstage.

She had left again. And it was because of Aimee. She highly doubted that Rae decided to up and leave in the middle of a concert because she just wanted to explore outside of the band. A frown mixed with a scowl found its way on to her face and she began to see red and she continued to seek Rae out once more. She may have been able to run but she wasn't going to hide again, not if Aimee could help it.

Stomping along the pavement, her head whipped in every direction sending her red hair flying all around. She had to find Rae, and she had to do it soon before she could get too far. Just as she was about to turn a corner after travelling for at least a few blocks, a drunkard man came from the shadows and caused her to yelp.

"You looking for that girl with the black hair and tight pants." He asked with a slur. After nodding her head, he pointed his finger in the direction of the hotel that laid across the street. A smirk polished her lips and she thanked the man, giving him a few dollar bills and started trekking to the hotel. He better not be lying or she'd come back to kick his ass but he knew what Rae looked like. He probably figured she was a friend searching for her. Whatever the reason she was thankful.

Storming through the doors of the hotel, a wide smile and a sigh of relief left her lips when she spotted Rae by a plant, sinking her head into it. The heavens must have been watching over her tonight to be given this much luck. Taking her time without making too much noise, so not to scared her lover again, Aimee soon stood by her. "Are you okay honey?" She asked softly with concern.
 
Rae was just coming back to herself once again, when she heard the voice. The voice that talked to her in the black of night. With or without a body there. She groaned and gripped the pot. Boy, she had rotten luck tonight. Her guitar was still strapped to her back. It was not the bright yellow Fender that was decorated with stickers adn stuff, it was something bought obviously from a pawn shop. She groaned and swayed.

"Fine, Aimee, I am fine." She sighed and sat up straight. Looking into her eyes, she swayed back and forth and gripped the pillar that was near her and looekd at her things. "You found me. Not once, twice. I am impressed." She swallowed and and looked at Aimee. Just looking at her caused her nipples harden. She shifted a bit and smiled.

"You look good. I am happy." She reached up behind her head and pulled her hair back. She needed ot wash it. She felt sick, but knew there was nothing else in her stomach. She bit her lip her tongue playing with the hole that was there. "How? How did you find me?" She asked softly and looked down and away from those green eyes.
 
Aimee knelt down and stroked her palm across her lover's smooth skin, sighing softly when she realized just how much she had missed her. She wanted to kiss her, swirl her tongue around in her mouth, and rub her down until she came, screaming Aimee's name loudly. But obviously Rae was a bit reluctant to have anything to do with her at the moment. She was going to need to win her over once again. She was going to need to prove her love and how much she had missed her since she had deserted her.

"People talk." Aimee said, getting comfortable and taking a seat beside her. "I heard of a band member who resembled you in that group you were playing with and I needed to see it for myself. I wanted to know if it was you. And it was." She finished with hope laced in her voice, she hoped that this would get Rae to see how happy she was to see her.

Earlier she had been angry, upset that her love had left her not once, but twice. It pissed her off but with her this close, Aimee couldn't continue to stay mad. She looked fantastic and all Aimee wanted to do at the moment was fuck her senseless until they would pronounce their love for one another again.
 
Rae smiled and looked at Aimee and sat down and leaned back taking off her guitar and setting it to the side. She leaned back and shut her eyes and rubbed her eyes. Laughing. "Yea, I guess people do talk." She whispered adn looked over at Aimee. "I hated that group. I can't stand not being ni the spotlight. But..." Rae looked to teh side hating how much of a chicken shit she was. How afraid she had allowed her to get of Aimee. Aimee couldn't help it that she was sick. Aimee had trusted Rae and Rae tried, but she wasn't strong enough. She looked into those green eyes and just wanted to sit like this forever. "I don't know. I was hoping that either of us would move on. I guess not." Looking down she bit her lip. "I was hoping that the second time I ran, you would give up and leave. Why did you come looking for me again?"

Looking at her hand, she took Aimee's and ran her thumb along her knuckles and then held both of her hands in hers. Then she quickly pulled back realizing what they did. Folding her legs so that her body was angled away. Looking at her, she swallowed and bit her lip a bit.
 
Aimee kept her gaze fixed on Rae even when she managed to look away. Sighing when she had wrapped her hands over Aimee's then pulled away, she fought hard to pull her back to her. Why did she follow her? Why else. She was in love with her and she could never love anyone other than Rae and she knew Rae had felt the same. All the time they spent together, how could they not develop feelings that would never die. She tried stayed calm though because she knew that it could scare her off again and Aimee was planning on taking Rae home with her once they were finished talking. Taking a deep breath and placing her hand on Rae's stomach, smoothly rubbing it as though that would help her feel better, Aimee smiled sweetly and gazed int her eyes.

"I love you honey. And I've missed you so much. After seeing you on stage, and realizing that it was you, I couldn't let you leave. I needed to track you down so you could know how much I care about you." Her hand stopped rubbing Rae's stomach and traveled up to her full breasts as she continued staring at her. "And I wanted to make up for lost time."
 
She shut her eyes enjoying the touch of Aimee. Leaning her head back, she shut her eyes and sighed. What was she doing?! Wake up stupid. Her touch on her breasts was enough to snap her out of lala land. She took Aimee's hand and took it and put it back in her lap and shook her head. Before she could stop the words, she was rambling like a God damned idiot.

"I love you too and missed you too. I dream about you. I miss everything that we were together. When you were on your meds." She swallowed adn then blushed. "I need to check out." She grabbed her bags and then stood up and looked down at her. God she loved Aimee. She sort of hoped that Aimee followed her and convinced her to come back with her. She grabbed her guitar and then her bag and looked up at her. "It was nice seeing you again." Her nipples and breast were burning where she touched. She sighed adn began to walk back to the elevator bank and looked down.

She didn't have the courage to look up to see if she was being followed. She didn't want to. She couldn't She frowned deeply. Why was it that she kept on refusing herself?
 
Aimee immediately stood from where they had sat and walked over to where Rae stood. She had been a little sad when her lover had removed her hand, but that sadness soon turned into anger. That little comment she had made about being on her meds make Aimee upset. If Rae loved her, she should loved her with or without her meds. What was so special about that damned medication that made everyone like her more. She was a perfectly fine person without the assist of the meds. She walked up right behind Rae and placed a firm hand on her ass, squeezing her through those skin clinging pants.

Stepping closer to her, Aimee lifted up, standing at only a height of 5'6 and leaned into Rae's ears whispering softly. "I want you. So why don't you take me to your room. I want to make love to you." She whispered with a husky tone. What she really wanted was to get Rae alone so they could talk more of her language.

Her hand smacked Rae's ass and hoped that would encourage her to quickly get them back up to her room.
 
Rae arched her back and rolled her eyes feeling that grip on her ass. Blushing, she arched her hips back agianst that hand. Instantly, she was on fire between her legs. She was hungry and wanting for her more dominant half. She smiled and pushed the up arrow and bit her lip and shivered.

"Don't get violent." She growled her warning. She grabbed her hand and kissed it. Soon the doors opened adn she stepped inside. Pressing a number 7 she pushed the hold doors until Aimee got in. Rae knew in that little smack that her lover was not on her meds, so why was she basically inviting her into her heart again to do all sorts of nasty shit to her. She smiled and looked up and down at Aimee. God she was sexy as hell. Stepping out of the elevator, she walked down and opened her hotel door and held it open and tossed her bag to the side. Inside the room was her special guitar. The yellow fender. She called it her sunshine. She smiled and turned on a light and moved to the chair and sat down and watched Aimee.
 
Aimee smirked deviously as she walked into the hotel room, glad that Rae had given her the chance she hoped for. Standing in front of the chair that she sat in, Aimee wasted no time and began to strip out of the clothing that was suffocating her body. Lifting the shirt over her head easily, her breasts bounced wildly since she hadn't bothered wearing a bra and pulled down her mini skirt, revealing the skimpy pair of thongs she wore underneath. However, her fishnets and pumps stayed put. Rae had always complimented on her body, constantly caressing her curves, so she knew this was a treat for her. But treating her lover was the last thing she had in mind.

Walking slowly over to the bed, Aimee climbed on top of it, being sure to flash her cheeks then settled down with her ass slightly lifted and her legs spread wide open. A finger traced from her neckline and trailed down her ready body down to her soaking panties. "Your turn." She ordered.
 
Rae looked up at Aimee. With a sigh, she watched as she took off that top. Oh fuck. Those breasts. Images of laying down with her in her room came to mind. Resting her head on one of those perfect globes, just content to listen to her heart beat. That was in another lifetime though. Felt so far away. With a soft sigh, she was about to reach up, but was stopped as she pulled off her mini and walked to the bed. She groaned as she stroked down to her panties flashing her what she had to work with.

"Ohh, Aimee," She hated how her blush had formed. Hated how like a girl Aimee made her feel. Rae shook her head. "I put on a bit of weight. You don't want to see it." She smiled and folded her legs and reached into an ice chest beside her chair and opened a can a beer and began to drink it just watching that pussy enclosed in those panties that were wet and ready. Rae was teasing, but then again, so was Aimee.
 
Aimee sneered at Rae as she watched her pull a beer out and drink it. It anger Aimee further and she decided she wasn't going to wait until they were both nude before she would be forceful with the girl. Quickly standing from the bed, Aimee waltzed over and smacked the beer straight out of Rae's hand. The liquid went flying over the both of them but Aimee could less about was was spilled onto Rae. She was more concerned with herself at that point.

"What the fuck is your problem? My body is open and ready to take and drinking a fucking beer?" Grabbing her lover roughly by the roots of her hair and brought her face down close to hers. "I thought you wanted me. I came all this way and you'd rather get drunk like some pig than be with me. Well, I didn't come here for nothing. Clean this filth off of my body with your tongue." She demanded.
 
She smiled adn watched her stand up and smack the beer out of her hand. She looked up at Aimee about to say something, but she gasped as her hair was grabbed. She gripped her wrist and rolled her eyes up and gasped.

"Ohh there you are. The Aimee that always got her little fucking way and always wanted me to perform like some damned monkey!" She growled sure she was in pain with her hair being gripped but looked up at Aimee. "Well the thing is, your on my home turf and I won't do a damned thing." She challenged. Actually, Rae was very proud of herself. Extremely proud of herself. While the girl that Aimee knew and loved would have whimpered adn tongued off the other wherever she wanted. Rae was that girl, after all, she had scars of what Aimee's anger could do.

"I can't help it that you are just some sex hungry slut. I am looking for more in my life."
 
Aimee was stunned that Rae hadn't given into her like she usually had. She was supposed to be licking her wherever she saw fit and she was defying her. Rae knew what Aimee was capable of and yet, she refused to listen to her. Maybe during their separation Rae had grown tired of being bored and wanted to make her reunion with Aimee special and rough. She was turned on by that false fact and felt a stirring in between her legs.

With another tug of her hair, Aimee leaned further down and crashed her lips to Rae's. Her tongue immediately parted the girl's lips and darted into her mouth, exploring into the depths past those luscious lips. As she did this, she quickly unbuttoned the pants and brought her hand into her lover's pants. Feeling how wet she was, Aimee moaned against her mouth. "Are you sure about that?" She questioned.
 
Rae saw the stunned look in Aimee's eyes. Ha! Take that! You overly physical... But all thoughts were brought to a grinding and very sudden stop as Aimee brought her head closer to her and kissed her deeply. Reaching out, she gripped his head and groaned kissing her back deeply. Arching her hips and spread her legs. She blushed feeling Aimee press her greedy little fingers, feeling her arousal.

"Your such a bitch." She groaned and kissed her again standing up. She grabbed her wrists and pushed her back onto the bed gripping her. She wanted to see the fear in Aimees eyes, that Rae knew all too well in her own. But Aimee was faster and more agile. Pinning her would be a feat. She ran her tongue against the roof of her mouth and sighed.
 
Aimee pulled her lips from Rae's and laughed at her attempt to pin her to the bed. Wrapping her legs around the girl's waist, she pushed herself upward then wrapped her arms tightly around her neck. In this position, Aimee was able to flip them over so that she lay on top of Rae and began grinding her hips into the other's. "You love it when I hurt you, don't you?" She asked her with a cruel edge to her tone before grabbing a handful of Rae's hair once again and pulling her head up. "Admit it."

Suddenly finding strength, she ripped the seams of Rae's shirt and exposed the top of her beautiful breasts. Feeling arousal pool between her legs, Aimee grabbed her lover's wrist and pinned them to the bed before bringing her lips to her neck, and biting down harshly.
 
Rae panted. "Now look Aimee. I don't want physical...I." But at that time, Aimee reversed the pin and then Rae. She shut her eyes and gasped as she grabbed her hair again. "No Aimee, I don't like it to hurt. I want you to be gentle and nice with me." She winced and shut her eyes. She felt her shirt being ripped and knew there was no reasoning with Aimee but she had to try. Panic pooled both with arousal. "Remember that talk we had before I left, Aimee, it was trying to beg you to be nicer in bed. Not-" She gasped feeling Aimee bite down on her neck. Throwing her head back she screamed in pain and tears rolled odwn her face.

"Aimee! Damn it! Stop!!" She struggled underneath the crazed woman. How was it that she was shorter than her and she could always lure Rae back into her web and treat her like shit. She shivered as her neck honest to God hurt.
 
Aimee lifted her head slightly, admiring the mark she had left and became excited when she knew there would be a bruise there later on. She then adverted her gaze to Rae's painful face and nuzzled her face into Rae's neck. "Ah, baby. You don't have to use those fake screams with me. I know you love this just as much as I do." She told her, resisting the urge to laugh because she knew very well that this was not something that Rae enjoyed at all. It wasn't going to stop her however. Not until the bitch learned some decent manners and appreciated all the work she had done to find her.

Sitting up straighter, Aimee looked down on Rae's quivering body and easily removed her hands from her lover's wrists. "Take off the rest of your top and anything you have underneath. I want to hold your naked breasts in my hands." She ordered her.
 
Rae looked down. She winced feeling Aimee snuggle into her neck and tears continued to roll down her face. God, she loved Aimee, she did, just the medicated one. With this one, she was honest to god afraid for her life. She pulled off her shirt and the red halter top underneath leaving only her blue and white plaid bra and she took that off. She hated the way her fingers trembled and she laid there with her breasts exposed. Her nipples were pierced, yet another sign of her undying devotion to her lover. She looked up and bit her lip and tears continued to fall. "Please, Aimee, don't hurt me anymore." She begged.

Of course that never got her anywhere. But she tried always to reason with Aimee. Her bipolar angel. One minute she was being roughed up, the next, her Aimee was holding her close asking for forgiveness and being so gentle with her.
 
Aimee stared down at her breast, cupping them gently in her hands as her thumb brushed against her lover's nipple and across the rings that hung there. She remembered when Rae had got these after Aimee had suggested it as a prank but did it anyways, just to make her happy. Aimee missed those times and wanted to badly for them to be happy once again. But agitation began to cloud her thoughts when she realized Rae had left her, while they were so happy. It caused pain to cross her eyes and in turn, she would show this bitch pain as well.

"I wondered what would happen if I tear these out?" She wondered, fingering the little piercing hanging from the breasts. Aimee then looked to Rae again and leaned over to kiss her softly on the lips before hovering just over her mouth and whispering, "Let's find out." She then grabbed hold of the ring and yanked it from the nipple.
 
Rae shut her eyes and trembled. She knew Aimee was going to fuck her up. Seriously, like it would be a miracle if she did not wake up tomorrow in a morgue or ICU. She swallowed and watched Amee stroke her breasts playing with the cold metal. She frowned and tears rolled down her face. "Please...Aimee...no..." She whispered and looked at her tears continued to roll down her face. Swallowing, she whimpered touching her face. "Don't do this to me Aimee..." She whispered to her softer. She thought Aimee wouldn't but threw her head back and screamed as the ring was torn from her nipple. Causing the nipple to tear apart and causing her to bleed. One breast poured blood because she tore out one.

Rolling to her side, she began to bleed over the bed and held her hand and panted trembling and got violently sick. The pain was killing her. She shivered and continued to sob trembling. Oh, she hated this. She held a hand to her bleeding breast and trembled shutting her eyes.
 
Aimee felt herself pooling from her core sickeningly as she heard the scream and watcher Rae bleed out, crying and trembling. A part of her was tearing apart because of the agony her lover was going through but then she realized she had felt this way when Rae left. Crying herself to sleep every night, not eating, not leaving her- their apartment, and barely show up for work. It was a mystery how she even managed to pass the bar when all she did was stay depressed over Rae disappearing. Not so much as a note like she had left for that pathetic band. Aimee was hurt too but Rae hadn't cared. And she was far from done with the pain her lover was going to endure tonight.

"Come here baby." She said soothingly as she turned Rae's body back over. "We can't have you walking around with just one nipple pierced, now can we? It'll look tacky." And with that, Aimee cruelly ripped the next ring from the nipple.
 
Rae sobbed hard. She was pale and gross looking. She shut her eyes and trembled. Continuing to cry. Why was Aimee doing this to her? Did she feel like she was the only one who had suffered through this whole ordeal. She shut her eyes and trembled whimpering as she was rolled onto her back. She looked at her and trembled harder, her nipple was bleeding quite a bit, and she heard Aimee. She began to struggle trying to push her away, she arched off the bed and howled at the top of her lungs. "Someone help me! Help!!" She howled and wailed. She sobbed harder holding her other nipple and began to sob as she slowly was loosing consciousness from the blood. She felt terribly sick.

Soon a knock on the door was heard. "Miss Collins? We got a complaint from several rooms, are you ok?" Rae opened her mouth to respond as a plea for help tears rolled down her face but her mouth was dry and so were her lips. The room wouldn't stop spinning. Her hands were loosing their grip and her arms began to sag as blood rolled down the sides of her nipples.
 
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