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Stand By Me (River_Wolf and BloodRedRomeo)

Her stance was good. Very good in fact. It would have to be for her to have the success that she found. It had the flexibility needed for hunting but the stabilization to increase accuracy. Everything was mostly right. Mostly. There were a few issues here and there that were minor, but could add up. So Alonso decided to help her.

He stepped up to the woman, using his hand to gently guide her. His hand would tug and bump her softly, molding her into a perfect archery stance. But while that was happening Alonso was also failing to resist some more primal instincts of his. Every touch with her lingered a little longer than it needed to. His fingers would graze across her to the next point rather than be completely removed. And all the while, he felt the type of electricity coursing through them that he didn’t believe could be faked. He just hoped she felt it too.

“There,” he said when he finished. “Remember this. It’s the closest to perfect I can get you to,” he explained. Then his eyes darted to her fingers, the ones that had been burned by the meat. Without thinking, he helped to relax her stance and take her hand in his, bring her fingers to his lips to give them a gentle kiss. “Take care of your hands,” he told her. Sure, it was small, but small acts of carelessness added up. He then let her go, slightly red from the intimacy, but happy. He really liked this Omega.
 
If Alonso was slightly red when finally pulled away from her, Kira was a freaking tomato. Every place he touched had a lingering spark of heat. The warmth of his body against her own, the gentle guiding touches, his lips on her fingers; it all lingered even after he parted. It wasn't just that though. The lack of imposing dominance in his movements. The way he was so careful. There was a kindness and respect to it that most other Alpha's lacked. Kira wanted more.

"I will." She said softly with a nod. "Um... food. It should be done." Even though she said that, she didn't move for several seconds. For once her instinctual and mental desires fell into line. It was so hard to pull away. When she finally did, her movements were quick. She deposited the bow back in her shed and grabbed three plates for them. This time, Kira took a little more care as she served up two portions and placed anything extra on the third. Thankfully, nothing was burned. It smelled good too. Or, well, at least as good as she was used to. Kira didn't exactly have the making of a five star chef. She was okay. Serviceable. Hopefully, the deer meat did most of the work for her.

"Hope you're hungry." Kira chimed as she offered Alonso one of the plates. She settled down on one of the logs, trying sit as close to the Alpha as the logs would allow without being creepy. "If you want more too, you can take as much as you'd like. I even brought a few bananas for desert if you want to caramelize them on the fire later. That one's a Kira specialty. It's just about the only Kira specialty."
 
Alonso smiles at the comment, but all the while his mind was focusing on something more important. Her reaction to his touches had been positive to say the least. His senses were far too sharp to miss something like that. His eyes continued to follow her as she walked away, his mind unable to stop thinking about the possibilities.

When she served him, he nodded in thanks, but he had noticed her actions. She had been trying to sit close to him. Maybe she wanted more physical contact between the two. He could only hope so. In fact, he decided to gamble on that.

Alonso stood up, keeping a hold of his plate as he did. He stepped over and sat down on the ground, open room around him. “You can sit as close as you like,” he told her calmly, not wanting to order her to do so. Both of his sides were open, but he hadn’t put his plate on his lap either, room for her to sit even there if she wanted to be that bold.
 
Kira inhaled sharply when Alonso sat on the ground, offering her to sit wherever she wanted. More importantly, as close as she wanted. Her eyes instantly went to his lap. If she sat there she'd be totally dwarfed by him. He could probably curl around her completely. Kira's teeth grazed against her bottom lip. Surely that was too far. But... the way he sat made it seem like the spot was on offer and he did say she could sit as close as she'd like. It was up to her.

After a moment's hesitation she stood. A rush of courage overtook her and she boldly settled into his lap, her plate of food left behind and forgotten. Kira's face was bright red, a blush that extended past her ears and down her neck. The high ponytail she wore only did so much to conceal it. His scent wafted over her. It was thick, but not unpleasant. She could smell the forest too. The soft earth and the wood. Smoke from the fire that rose with gentle spices. Kira closed her eyes and inhaled, soaking it in. The crackling fire and singing insects serenaded them. All the while, Kira was hyper aware of Alonso. She could feel every twist and shift.

"This is nice." She mumbled contently. One of the things she loved most about her cabin was that she could go there to be alone. People, especially Gregor, didn't follow. The only time others came over was to help her with a project that was too big for just one person to do and it'd been years since that last happened. She'd forgotten how nice it was to share this place with someone.
 
Was Alonso aroused? Of course. The ass he had several dreams about was now planted firmly on his crotch. Hardly a situation he could’ve predicted and prepared for, but here they were. He had offered it subtly, but he had never expected her to pick them up and act on it. However, this made their desires more clearly in line with each other. But just to be sure, he’d show off just for her.

Alonso wrapped his muscular arm around her. Not as a restraint, but as a comfort. And as a way to increase the amount contact they were having. But as he held her in place, his fingers were moving carefully, almost as if conducting a symphony. Then chunks of meat began float in the air, drifting rather close to Kira. Each looked like it had been ripped, not cut.

“Eat what you want,” he told her. This was clearly a difficult position to eat from. By letting her eat this way, it’d be longer until he had to let her go.
 
The scent of Alonso's arousal wasn't as off-putting as she thought it'd be. Actually, if anything, Kira couldn't help but feel a bit of pride. This careful dance of courtship wasn't one she normally indulged in. Kira normally avoided the affections of Alphas. Gregor certainly did his part as well whenever he drove away the competition. Now that she'd found one she actually liked, Kira had no idea if her actions were appropriate. This was proof he desired her. She'd done the right thing. Although it absolutely sent her mind right into the gutter.

Kira leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. It felt just as nice as she thought it would. She felt nice. Safe. Wanted. Partially aroused. Kira practically started purring.

"Eat?" She opened her eyes and saw the floating chunks. They hovered there impossibly before her. Magically. This was his power! Kira shifted upright. Her jaw fell slack in awe. "Amazing! I know all Alpha's can use magic, but I will never get used to seeing it." Tentatively, she plucked one of the succulent morsels from the air and popped it into her mouth. The juice from the fresh meat, hearty and warm, enriched her tongue. It was pretty good considering she was the one who made it. Grinning, Kira picked another one. Instead of eating it, she lifted it up for Alonso to take. They did say a way to a man's heart was through his stomach. That wasn't really her intention at the start, but it certainly was now.
 
Alonso was incredibly grateful for him power at this moment. The only issue was his lack of finesse with it. Some used telekinesis like a scalpel. He used it like a wrecking ball, so doing this was outside his area of expertise. The simplicity of the task is what made it possible. And her reaction is what made it worth it.

When she offered him the meat, he took the bite. As the meat entered his mouth, he purses his lips around her fingers, just to have more contact with her. He chewed the delicious piece of game with reverence. At that moment, he was absolutely certain of what he wanted. He wanted Kira to be his mate.

“Will you cook for me again?” he asked, not wanting to share his revelation just yet. He wanted to savor this moment between the two of them. He would let them continue to eat, always adding a few more chunks to air around them and some of the corn. He opened up his mouth when he wanted some, always wanting Kira to feed him.
 
Alonso's lips touched her fingers and god that was hot. "Of course," came her instant reply. It it meant she could do this again, yeah she'd cook. He even seemed to enjoy her food. Either he didn't have very high standards, was humoring her, or just had a mediocre palate. No matter what though, she wasn't going to complain, not if it meant she could keep going like this. The promise of seeing him again was too enticing.

The very next piece she grabbed went to Alonso, mostly so she could get a repeat performance. However, after that, Kira switched off between them. A piece for her, then one to him. Each time his lips touched her fingers was an intoxicating thrill. Eventually, they ran out of food. Her fingers felt sticky from the deer meat and corn. Without thinking, Kira gave them a quick lick to try and clean them off. Like some sort of silly teenager, she couldn't help think of how this was an indirect kiss. Idiot. What was she, twelve? Well, she certainly had the experience of one at least. Men and Kira didn't often see eye to eye. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Just the ones that weren't gay or totally uninterested in her.

The fire dwindled. It's kindling burnt through. The small embers shifted and begged for more attention and Kira certainly had logs prepared, but she didn't really care to do anything about it. Kira didn't want to leave Alonso's lap. He certainly didn't seem to be against the idea. Feeling brave, Kira tipped her head back a little to try and kiss him on the cheek. Just a quick peck. Something unobtrusive to test the waters. How far could she push that line? Or maybe a better question: how far was she willing to go? Even Kira wasn't quite sure. All she knew was that, in that moment, she wanted to keep going.
 
Alonso felt a spreading warmth through his body as their meal continued. She agreed so happily to his request. It made him near certain she wanted this, just as he did. He just hoped he wasn’t jumping to conclusions.

When the meal ended, he tightened his grip on her ever so slightly, not wanting to let her go. Her unwillingness to move was apparent, so he relaxed, taking in the quiet sounds of this peaceful night together. Then her lips pressed against his cheek. That was it. The final action that broke the damn of his resistance. He was going to try to go all the way tonight.

When she backed away after the kiss, he didn’t hesitate to move and risk her thinking he hadn’t enjoyed it. His head moved down to her collar as he placed a kiss on her soft skin. Several more quick pecks followed, only causing his appetite for her to grow. Then, he bit her, his teeth sinking into her skin as his way of marking her. Only a tiny trickle of blood would be made, but he still broke her skin.

“Kira,” he said only above a whisper, his lust and affection dripping from the two syllables. “Is there a bed inside?” he asked quietly. He knew that would lay all his intentions bare. He knew he could take her by force here and now, but he didn’t want to do that. He wanted her to want him. More than anything, he wanted that.
 
Kira's breath quavered with the first kiss. Her hand moved to his arm and she squeezed, feeling her arousal spike. She could smell it on him too. The came the bite. Panic seared her mind even as her instincts screamed with pleasure and disappointment. It wasn't on the gland. He'd just bitten her skin. Not a true binding mark, but certainly a deep one. The spot pulsed with her ever heartbeat, wet and raw. Kira's fingers dug into his arm. The voice in her ear and scent that washed over her made his intentions clear. This wasn't just another step forward or a slight push of that invisible line. Saying yes meant committing. It was all, or nothing. The choice was hers.

"Yes," Kira heard herself saying, breathy and quick.

For the first time since she sat down, Kira pulled herself out of his lap. Her hand ran down his arm as she stood, but stopped to hold his hand and pull him to his feet. It felt like she was moving in slow motion. Like all time around her moved at a crawl. Every moment lingered longer than it needed to and she savored it like a fine wine. Kira pulled, wanting to guide him into her cabin.
 
Alonso stood up with her, in no way needing to be urged to follow. This is what he wanted more than anything at this moment. So he followed, symbolically allowing her to lead him. He didn’t need to control her absolutely the way same Alphas did. He just wanted her to be his. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to be in control. He just didn’t need everything.

When they were inside, he decided to live out one of his little fantasies. He stretched out his arm to the side, the way one would do if they were making a T pose. Then came his command. No Alpha voice, but clearly holding some authority. “Remove my coat.” Not only was this a play, it was also to save face. He didn’t want to risk looking awkward as he undressed. This would remove that while having her close to him. A win win in his book.
 
A vibrant sense of anticipation buzzed underneath her skin. This back and forth, the trading of who lead and who followed, though subtle, was all she needed. It was exhilarating. Empowering even. Yet, at the same time, she found herself strangely looking forward to the point where she could simply let go and follow his lead. Kira had fought that instinct tooth and nail for her entire life. For the first time, she not only didn't need to, she didn't want to either. "Yes, Alpha." Kira responded demurely, although her smile gave her away.

Kira slowly removed his coat. Her hands played across his muscles, admiring the hard curves as she stripped the first layer. The heavy cloth fell into her arms. Kira lingered long enough to get a good look before moving away to place the coat on the back of a chair. Admittedly, she could have hung it up, but Kira didn't want to take the extra time. At least this way it wouldn't get wrinkled or dirty.

With the coat out of the way, Kira returned to Alonso. She wanted to strip the rest. To take everything off right then and there, but he hadn't told her to do so. At least not yet. So she held back, for once the picture of an Omega, waiting for her next order.
 
Alonso felt every movement she made and he loved it. He never wanted to undress himself. This display was both submissive and intimate. It was a truly marvelous exercise. He wanted her to undress him completely, but at the same time couldn’t. He was so energized that he couldn’t just sit still. He needed to do something.

“Raise your arms,” he ordered, moving close to her again. As she obeyed, he dropped to his knees, bringing them close to the same height. Using his free hand, he began to peel off her shirt. When it was completely off, it was thrown away without care.

Next, he used his hand to rather deftly begin unbuttoning her pants. He was swift and precise, getting it done surprisingly fast. But that wasn’t all he was doing. As he quite literally worked on getting her out of her pants, he moved his head lower, down to her abdomen. He began to plant kiss after kiss on her midsection. But he wasn’t just pressing his lips over the tender flesh covering her stomach. He was over a much more secluded part of her body: her womb. It was his instincts, telling him to breed Kira, instincts he had every intention on following.

When he was finally done giving her attention and he had helped to slide her pants off of her massive rear, he stood up again. He looked at her affectionately, but also hungrily. There was no way to stop what was set in motion. “The rest,” he order. He was ready to show her his scarred body. He hoped she would accept it.
 
Kira eagerly followed Alonso's instructions. Off went her shirt and she barely cared that it was so haphazardly discarded. In that moment, they were both wearing entirely too much. As he worked on the buttons of her pants, with a surprising ease, Kira pulled her hair free of its entrapment. The dark locks cascaded down her shoulders and she snapped the band on her wrist. That would get lost if she just tossed it somewhere. Too small and dark and oooh-

Alonso's kiss on her abdomen stilled her breath. She knew that spot. Kira had, on more than one occasion, secretly run her hand over her womb in wonder for what it would feel like to be full. She knew the science of course. But no one ever really described it beyond saying how wonderful it felt. Her Omega instincts screamed, calling out for more. Touching wasn't enough. Her hand stroked his head as he placed one kiss after another on her before finally moving on.

Kira eagerly wiggled out of her pants. Even with Alonso's help she needed an extra sashay of her hips to get out. Then Alonso stood once more, leaving Kira in nothing but her bra and panties. She felt so exposed. Like a doe in an open field with no cover to speak of. Kira's head dipped under his hungry gaze, her arms trying to cover herself as a sudden rush of shyness overtook her. This was happened fast. Whispers of unease started to creep in. Then the order to undress him came and she could toss her doubts aside momentarily. Following his lead, Kira did her best to remove his clothing. Not the easiest feat when he stood well over a foot above her, even if he only had one arm. She managed to wrestle his shirt off, the fabric still in her hand as she stilled. Scars covered his body. It wasn't just his face and arm. It was everything. With one hand, she traced the lines. Kira's fingers were whispers, dancing on his skin with a mixture of curiosity, awe, and arousal. Her hand drifted lower and lower until it met the fabric of his pants. Finally dropping the shirt and worked his pants off.

Almost immediatly, her gaze zeroed in on the spot between his legs. One last piece of fabric remained between her and it. Kira's heart leapt into her mouth and nearly ran out the door. Shaking hands reached for the band, but that's when her courage failed her. She'd never seen a stranger naked, much less touched anything private other than herself. It was terrifying. Come on, wuss. She silently goaded herself. Just pull it off. Like a bandaid. It's not a snake, it won't bite. Kira closed her eyes and pulled the last piece down. She didn't open them again until that too, was discarded. Even then, she couldn't bring herself to look down. Her mouth was a tight, thin line and her skin a bright pink as she tried not to think about the very naked man in front of her.
 
Alonso was scarred, but not in a uniform way. Claw marks, sword gashes, acid burns, the teeth punctures of a bite, they told a story of all the battles he had been through. His right stump was the most prominent, looking very much like the most violent burn possible, as if it was pure fire that had seared the limb from his body. To some, his body was a masterpiece of a survivor and his triumphs. To others, it was a horror show of nearly escaping death too many times that they should have.

As Kira stripped away his last piece of clothing, it was there. Standing at full attention was a thick eight and a half inch cock that was eager to be inside its new mate.

“Kira, look,” he said, his voice taking on a dominant tone without using the alpha voice. He raised his arm as if he was putting himself on display. “This is me. All of me. From my scars to my desire for you, you can see it all.” Now the real question. Would she accept him as he was.
 
Kira gulped. Somehow, his scars were a lot easier to look at than his manhood. There was this sense of taboo. Like, she really shouldn't look. Or maybe looking would just make this moment all too real and bring her crashing down to earth so hard she had no other choice but to back down. Kira didn't want that. She wanted Alonso to stay. So when he ordered her to look, she almost didn't obey. Almost.

Her honey eyes went straight to his crotch again and her breath caught. It was huge. Were they supposed to be that big? Would that even fit? Kira had toys. Of course she did, she'd never survive a heat without one. None of the toys matched his length or girth. Granted, none of them were really realistic. Maybe they were just small? Kira had no idea, but holy crap! Her hands went to her mouth, teeth biting her lip. It took her a few seconds to remember she actually needed to breath. Kira exhaled shakily. That was a whole lot of desire.

"Can I touch it?"
 
Alonso could see her reaction. She was scared, but eager. Was she really a virgin? Unbonded was believable, but did she really never sleep with anyone? He knew there were some Omegas that slept with Betas to help handle their heat without risking getting bonded to an aggressive Alpha. But based on her reaction, she really had never had sex with anyone. He found his Alpha instincts flaring up even more. If that was true, he wanted to cherish and protect her even more.

Hearing her question, he knew the answer to give. Of course she could. But then he realized that wasn’t it. He was the one with experience; he should be helping to guide her. So instead of speaking, he stepped up to her. His hand cupped her cheek, turning her to look up at him, smiling his most gentle smile.

“You can always touch me,” he told her sweetly, assuring her she didn’t need to always ask for permission. Then, he moved down as he claimed her lips. It was slow, but strong, relaying the powerful desires that raged within him as he indulged in her sweet taste.
 
A lot of this was new to Kira because of a combination of factors; most of them thanks to Gregor. Her high school dates were shot dating wise because of him. Alphas didn't want to go near her after that incident and Kira was too traumatized to even look at Betas. Once she did start dating, her Beta dates always seemed to run off. Some of them she suspected were because of Gregor. Others... well... Kira's past-times probably put them off.

Initially, Kira leaned into his touch. The gentle hand on her cheek as it guided her eyes up to him. The way she subtly pressed back against his lips as he kissed her, slow and passionate. She inhaled and his scent overwhelmed her. It was full of raging desire. All of it for her. It swept through her like fire and Kira pushed back hard. She might have been a virgin, but this wasn't her first kiss. Her arms wrapped around Alonso's neck as she leaned into his body, pressing herself against his raging desire. The heat and hardness against her belly only made the spark inside her worse to the paint where she could feel herself already start to leak with anticipation; the warm wetness seeping into her panties. She'd need more given the size of him.
 
Alonso could see just how much more she wanted. And thankfully, she returned his kiss so excitedly. He warm, soft lips against his was a feeling he wanted to experience again and again. He hoped there would be many, many more in their future together.

There was a small issue: the two of them were still standing. He wanted to move them to the main event. So he lowered his arm, wrapping it underneath her rear to lift her up with surprising ease. His muscles were clearly not just for show. Still kissing, he carried her to the bed, laying her down on it as he climbed on top of her. Now in a more permanent location, he used his tongue to invade her mouth. He was going to experience all of her.
 
Kira let out an undignified squeak of surprise when Alonso hoisted her easily off the ground. Her arms wrapped tighter around his neck and she pushed closer to him. Yet, their lips didn't part. The kiss continued, long and passionate. Kira took the opportunity to kick her shoes and socks off as he carried her to the bed.

It wasn't a big bed. Just a simple twin box spring with clean sheets and a warm blanket. The wooden frame was decorated with a pair of wolves singing to the moon. Kira had spent many lonely nights tracing them with her fingers. As Alonso laid her down, she caught a glimpse of the pair. With a smile, Kira keened, calling out to Alonso as he descended on her and their lips met once more. His tongue intruded and Kira accepted it easily. She wound her tongue around his before sucking on his lip, adding just a little playful nip at the end. Her hands began to move, exploring his body once more. The rough skin and scars acting like a road map over his muscled body. The tough lines of his pecks, the rolling hills of his abs, the peaks of his hips; all were hers to enjoy.
 
Alonso was using his arm chiefly to hold himself up over her. He lamented his disability greatly at this moment. He had learned how to do a lot of things since his injury, but Kira was the first woman he was with since it happened. He kept wanting to move his right arm to grab her, only to be thwarted by its absence. It was infuriating in small order, of only because it meant he had less he could touch her with.

That said, to was hard to feel angry when everything she did felt so good. Her skill with her mouth was apparent. And every caress of her hands sent another pulse of pleasure through his body. He want to experience more. He wanted to taste her.

Alonso eventually pulled away from the Omega that was to be his. He moved lower, gently grazing his teeth across her skin as he did. Across her collar, down her chest, over her stomach, until he finally found his head directly in front of her panty clad pussy. His manhood raged even harder as he saw the growing wet spot that proved their connection. But he didn’t take off the impeding cloth. Instead, he looked to his new lover. He could tell how important it was to her that she felt like she had control and power in this lovemaking. So he would let her take off her underwear, to grant him access to her precious place.
 
Gasps followed the line of gentle nips down her body. One hand grabbed the sheets beneath her, twisting. Her back arched subtly towards Alonso, her own arousal coming like a flood. Her breaths were hot and heavy. Eyes half lidded as she gazed back at him. Then it came, that silent request. Kira gulped. She sat up enough to reach behind her back and unhook her bra, figuring she might as well discard that too. After settling back down, one finger hooked around the band of her panties and she slid the sticky cloth out and away. Even with Alonso so close, she could feel the chill seep into her parts so rarely exposed. The air felt cool against her hot skin.

Kira laid on the bed, her legs spread apart with Alonso between them and nothing between her and the open air. It took everything she had not to put her hands down there to hide herself from his gaze. Although, her hands still lingered around her belly. God, she was so embarrassed! Red took over her features and it felt like she was blushing from her head to her toes.

"Alonso." Kira whispered, her voice almost pleading. Don't hate me. Don't think I'm weird. Please stay.
 
Her scent was powerful, overwhelming even. At this moment, Kira was the entire world to Alonso. He couldn’t think of anything else. But he could smell it, the shift in her scent. A worry. Her voice and face made that concern clear. She was scared. Was it of sex? No, that wasn’t it. She wasn’t scared of him touching her, but of him not. If him backing off because he’d decide that she wasn’t good enough. An insane thought he’d need to make sure she never had again.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly, staring at her pussy, and he meant it. His eyes observed every detail of her before he moved in. He took a long sniff of her as he did this, making her scent a permanent part of his memory. And then he licked her. Once, twice, three times. Using his hand, he opened her up, allowing his tongue to reach inside of her with ease. She was delicious. His oral assault started as he stopped testing her body and began to truly try to bring her pleasure.
 
"AH!" Kira jerked. It was like he'd shocked her with the most intense jolt of electricity as his tongue ran across her vulva. Hot, wet, and intense; it sent fireworks through her head. This wasn't anything like when she'd touch herself or use toys. It was sudden and unpredictable. The way his skilled tongue dove inside her threatened to drive her insane. Kira gripped frantically at the bed with one hand as she bit the other. Deep welts from her teeth dug into the calloused flesh. Neither were conscious movements. Alonso's tongue brought out whimpers and cries of pleasure in equal measure. At some point, Kira's grasping hand moved from the sheets to Alonso's thick mane of hair. It's not that she wanted to guide or stop it, but there wasn't nearly enough contact between them for her liking. More. She needed more!

Every time Kira inhaled, she could smell him. Alonso's arousal filled the room. It made her head feel giddy and drunk. But it was the pleasure he wrought that made Kira wonder why she'd had so vehemently refused men before. To think she'd missed out for so long. She knew she had her reasons, but she could think of them in that moment.
 
Alonso used his tongue with all of his ability. He delved into her deepest parts, performing actions no toy could’ve ever pulled off, helping to establish himself as wholly different from anything she had ever felt in her life. Finally, he stopped, pulling away from her, his light panting echoing throughout the room that had just held her cries of pleasure.

“You’re delicious,” he informed her wIth a hunger in his voice. It made it clear that it was time. He was hard and her pussy was wet enough. Alonso would fuck Kira.

Alonso grabbed the Omega by the hips, turning her over and lifting her up so she was in the doggy position. He had a great view of her lucious ass and his imagination had failed completely to imagine the true majesty. It was a big beautiful wonder of his lover. With a territorial growl, his massive cock was pushed right up against the place his tongue had just been. Like before, he was giving her power. She chose if and when it started. She only needed to move. Even just saying the words would suffice.
 
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