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mihii-i · 1 month ago

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hi! could you maybe do a smut fic with a drunk sub mizu who is usually the top in the relationship so it comes as a surprise that she was unexpectedly loud and whiny while taking it on all fours? like, she's so needy and RAAAH the description sounds so raunchy i'm sorry i had a vision 😔

unspoken words.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, strap on/harigata usage, strap referred to as a cock, doggystyle, mating press, vaginal sex, mizu is slightly ooc, overstimulation, wlw, drunk sex (consensual), bottom mizu yay can’t wait to eat that coochie raw like sashimi, very very heavy nsfw because holy shit, implied to be after the series ends, oh you guys think the warning is gonna be girls kissing?? no it’s girls fucking, sough rex, I know I’m gonna be embarrassed writing this, this is insane but ykw hell yeah, sigh lazy writing again, not proofread.

A/N: now playing — ride for you by sani knight & bosquet. I have to emphasize this because some people are stupid please don’t have sex with others irl while they’re drunk even if they say yes. Anyway I got so embarrassed I started walking around and talked to my candle every now and then. Imo this one turned out ok it’s not amazing but it’s not bad. Also, I’ve never emphasized this before, but I want to do it for this one: MEN DNI. FEMALE READER. This is NOT for men to insert themselves as the reader, gtfo. Anyway love yall enjoy <3🕯️

A coil of euphoria snapped apart within your body as your back seized itself forward into an arch, the damp heat of glistening sweat raking along the feverish rose tint of your throat to dribble down your chest. Your eyes disappeared back into your skull at the elation of your orgasm oozing through your veins in each drawn out second of your body jerking against Mizu’s slender fingers buried inside you.

Spent exhales hissed against the openings of your teeth pressed against one another, lugging out the heavy breaths exhausting your tense muscles in the aftermath following your climax trickling along the ridges of Mizu’s knuckles carefully withdrawing from your cunt. Albeit with the slight aid of her strength upon tugging her palm away from the cushion of your thighs clamped together to envelop her hand between the heaps of soft flesh.

“I can’t take my fingers out if you trap me like this.” Mizu finally spoke up, cerulean gaze glinting up to meet your own as she cocked an eyebrow. You merely lulled your head back into the cloudy pillows hugging your head on both sides with a dry huff pushing past the glossy pink of your lips, courtesy of Mizu’s endless sloppy kisses assaulting your mouth during your earlier encounter moments ago.

“Mm. Don’t worry about it…” you hummed, the joints of your trembling knees muted in the afterglow of sex as you steadily parted your legs in slow, steady jerks. Shines of your cum decorated along her stiff digits truly was a sight to behold upon fixing your sights at Mizu steadily dragging her fingers out of your walls, throbbing along the ridges in tandem with your pulse.

Your breaths evening out in low groans gradually cleared alongside your hazed periphery, the dim candlelight of your shared room blurred together in a gradient tinted in gold. You could only blink through your lashes within the foggy sights of your whole life practically flashing before your eyes accompanying your earlier rush as Mizu idly rested the freezing callouses of her hands atop your reddened skin, twitching in periodic shivers beneath her touch.

Bloodied corpses, the stench of foul crimson drenched along the reflections of those aberrant irises reflected in the wave patterns crashing on the sharp ridge of her blade remained the first idea flashing in anyone’s mind upon thinking of the samurai. Overlooking any sign of justice or reason within Mizu remained to be the common speciality of most that strode past her, instilling the plague of her hatred that gnawed away at her from the moment she came into this cruel world.

Despite the hesitance that tore her apart from the inside out, the disdain of her mixed blood pumping across her veins as a loathed part of her identity she had wished to rip out, Mizu remained looking to you as her pillar of stability ingrained into the soils of her dreadful life. Your presence alone latched onto her like the sole peace closest to a sanctuary bestowed unto her by the gods themselves, warmed in the aftermath of eternal struggle to finally rest in the comfort of your arms.

Evidently so, Mizu wasn’t accustomed to returning gratitude due to the harsh toils of her life. It wasn’t uncommon to see the woman’s chin pinched between her index finger and thumb, carefully pondering as to how she would repay your kindness and display her love in some grandeur sense, with her glasses unnoticeably tipped over the bridge of her nose from how lost in thoughts she remained. The difficulty of synthesizing any gesture of kindness back had proved to be difficult, not only from her lack of such in childhood, yet also the nature of society being uninterested in lovers sharing any actions of thanks.

Yet such a difficult question wore away into a deep fervor the moment you both engaged in sexual intimacy for the first time. Mizu’s gaze widening as soon as she laid eyes on your body trembling at her feather light touch grazing over your skin lined with goosebumps was a sight you’d refuse to forget, taking in the mesmerized look boring across your figure as she drank in every little detail of you laid bare before her. You could tell how she longed to please you, devoting herself to you as her own personal form of thanks she couldn’t think up in the past.

From then on, she always brought it upon herself to take the lead whenever you two had sex, swallowing back any desire of her own to be touched for the sake of you feeling good. Pushing back any thought of herself getting off as she kept either her fingers or the harigata dug deep inside you, determined to earn more of that sweet expression of yours twisted in pleasure, the driving force being her need to show you how much she loved you.

She didn’t know any other way she could display her affection besides the usual gestures of kissing you or grasping you in her tight embrace, the words ‘I love you’ even uttered from her mouth feeling empty. It truly wasn’t enough for her, it was as if she was unable to truly convey how much she cherished you, relished in the adoration of you glued to her as her woman.

So naturally, if she could make you feel good—feel loved through the act of sexual passion enveloping you both whole, then she’d make sure it wasn’t for her own gain, that you knew she wanted to focus on you. And only you.

“(Name)..”

Swallowing back the drools of saliva accumulated on your tongue through occasional gasps, you blinked your eyes open to whip your head over at Mizu. Who was off to the side scrambling together her fresh clothing neatly folded in a stack as she rose to her feet, her tall stature glowing bare in the streaks of candlelight accentuating the flushed tint of her skin coated in a thin blanket of sweat.

“We should clean ourselves up. We don’t want to be late for Taigen’s engagement celebration.”

Nodding, you staggered to the wobbling ground of stability tensed in your legs, dug into the ground with every ounce of remaining energy that you kept. Right, Taigen had a new bride who he had fallen for recently, and was dead set on marrying the woman the second he realized he was into her. To both you and Mizu however, the prospect of him quickly falling for this woman only molded a feeling of shrouded unease, especially considering how he had been head over heels for Akemi not too long ago.

“You think we could do this again after the celebration? I don’t feel..satisfied enough.”

“When we’re drunk off our asses?”

“Basically.”

“Hm. Why not. I suppose it could feel nice with liquid courage.”

Tremors of your shaky palm jittered as you took Mizu’s hand for support, damp fingers intertwined as you nearly slept while standing in the familiar friction of her calloused hand grazing your own comfortably.

“There’s a stream nearby. Let’s go there and wash up.”

—

“Congrats, Taigen! Marrying a beautiful girl like this, truly befitting of a man as great as you!”

Taigen chucked at the stranger’s compliment, tilting his head back to eye the looming crowd’s incessant chatter as his bride sat beside him. Several people had gathered to celebrate Taigen’s engagement, delighting in the lavish arrangement in eruptions of laughter accompanied by the clank of teacups filling your ears. At a safe distance away, you noticed a scoff pushing past Mizu’s lips, the corners curving up into a slight smirk as the two small cups of sake before you two remained untouched.

Her fingers snaked beneath the rounded bowl of her cup, thumb tracing along the curves rounding upward along the ceramic as she rested the rim against her bottom lip. Allowing spills of the alcohol to run down her tongue, you followed suit in sipping the sake intently, the dry bitterness seeping into your mouth to overtake your senses in a drowsy heaven inhibiting your rational thought.

“You know, I can’t believe that Taigen finally got someone he could stick with.” She slurred, amused at the other samurai lazing off in the indulgence of food and alcohol splayed out on a short table in front of him.

“Oh yeah? Akemi here seems to think he’s pretty brainless as well for running off back then when he got his chignon cut off.” You replied, face dusted a gentle pink as you caught the princess seated beside you shooting you a disapproving glare.

Mizu’s rounded eyes lowered as she nudged you for a brief moment, uncharacteristically being unable to stop downing sip after sip of the sour richness burning down her throat. Perhaps you should allow her to satiate herself by drowning in alcohol tonight, considering the lack of the worry eliminating liquid ever being something she had indulged in through her hardships of life.

You’d allow her to relax. Get as drunk as she wanted. Mizu truly deserved it after all the shit she’s been through.

Sliding the pale ceramic tokkuri toward her, grating against the wood in a high screech, your own drunken gaze lingered onto the swordswoman greatfully accepting the go to indulge in the alcohol granted to her as much as she wanted. As Mizu continued to pour her own cup, disregarding anyone who could do so for her, you drew in a breath, shifting closer to Akemi.

“Hey, Akemi?”

She craned her neck over to face you, dulled brown eyes fixed primarily on her own cup of sake. Excusing herself from her husband, Akemi raised an eyebrow in your direction, as if prompting you to speak. Right. She still had a bit of a grudge against both you and Mizu, even if it was miniscule.

“Well?”

“I just wanted to ask if you were alright…you were romantically involved with Taigen at some point were you not?”

Akemi shook her head briefly, hand planting onto her lap to smooth out the fine silks and fabrics of her clothing beholding the shogun’s crest—almost as if she was showing off the high status of her opulent lifestyle as an indication she wasn’t even remotely close to being unhappy among the Itoh clan with the shogun’s son—well, now brother as Takayoshi’s elder brother had taken the chair.

“I couldn’t care less about that arrogant man child.” She stated firmly, bringing the personal porcelain cup to her lips as she took a sip of the sake downed past the darkened, black pearls of her teeth. A sigh hummed in a satisfied vibration against your throat, glad that the princess had forgotten about Taigen in pursuit of her own goals, and her contentment with the current life spent with Takayoshi.

Your head spun into the deep swirls of a typhoon overtaking every sense of yours able to perceive the world properly, the fuzzy effects of the alcohol flipping the teetering border between heightening and blocking your senses. One moment, everything was clear, sharp like a lens outlining every little detail of the world. While the next, the distinct crowds of people grouped together into blurred globs, similar to a stroke of paint messily blending into the other within an abstract painting.

Glancing over at Mizu, your brows raised in surprise as your eyes roamed over your lover continuing to carelessly swallow down the beverage, a slim stream of clear sake unnoticeably trickling from the corner of her lip to drop onto her kimono in a small, darkened dot. Despite your flickering vision wavering in and out of an uncertain puzzlement of a perfect and imperfect world, you were certain Mizu was…gorgeous.

Had she always been this captivating? Sure, she was beautiful, yet you don’t believe she had left you this entranced and locked onto her features for this long. Your vision greedily consumed every little detail of her body, down to the single crease of fabric lined along her kimono clothed over her ribs as your hazed sight somehow made out her perfectly each time despite the woozy effects of the alcohol racking your mind.

Perhaps your peripheray was playing tricks on you, or simply mustering up bundles of courage that heightened your perception of Mizu’s dusted features as the swish of sake involuntarily pumping in your chest masked your vision in the obstruction of your crowned lashes fluttering up and down in your drunken state.

And as if in an intertwinement of your souls grasping onto each other in accordance with the other, mirroring your every move in the deep interconnection of your affection transcending past physical touch and words of affirmation—you swore you noticed Mizu do the same, her blue irises staring you down from the corner of her eye with that look, screaming out how perfect you looked in the storm of her intoxication clouding her senses.

It was as if you were kissed by the rays of both tenderness and beauty laying their hands along your body from every direction, the most ‘irrelevant’ of details, your imperfections, everything was engulfed in the shroud of perfection.

And of course, you could say the exact same, her own imperfections a flame of your reason for living in this world, the hold of her hemmed between your arms or vice versa being the remedy to any ailment the universe dared to even poke at you with.

You of course, were the cure to her ailment of hatred, the one that had consumed her for so long its foul grasp tainting her soul in the depths of agony.

Mizu stumbled across her own buckled knees as she tried to navigate her way over to you, lips parted like an impaired human being unable to see properly. Guilty of excessively consuming alcohol yourself, you staggered over to your lover through the sear of your muscles aching as if they were being gnawed at by some wild animal.

Even in the state you were in, the way Mizu twitched in an uncharacteristically dazed manner wrought an immediate concern as to take her back home, or to an inn at the very least, your hand tapping at the ground in several missed attempts to land on top of hers. Once you finally landed your palm to collide with the roughened bumps of her knuckles, it prompted Mizu’s eyes to trail upwards to meet yours, her own pupils dilated and fluffed over with the hazed effects of the alcohol slowing down time itself within her nerves as her head bobbed up and down in an attempt to keep it up.

She could certainly drink more, and she had enough energy to do something. Just…not necessarily anything rational until she was sober.

Firmly asserting yourself to rise to your feet, you tightly slung Mizu’s limp arm over your shoulder, the burden of her weight dragging down on your body as you struggled to keep her up with a huff. She was skinny from malnutrition, sure. But that didn’t exactly mean you were in any state yourself to carry a swordswoman built with a good amount of muscle on her lean frame.

Nevertheless, you hoisted the samurai against the curve of your back firmly, grunting at the pressure weighing down on you and jerking back up in accordance with the way her eyelids fluttered shut before snapping back open. Evidently so, you could tell the distant trance Mizu was plunged into, a newfound act of her slurred words and flushed cheeks becoming of a sight you thought you’d never see, as she had refused even a drop of alcohol to land on her tongue in the past. Your pointer finger cautiously located her glasses slipping off of her nose, pinpointing the center through your own doubled view as you proceeded to push them back up.

Yeah. You both were far too drunk to consider staying any longer.

Resting your chin atop Mizu’s shoulder, you were barely able to ignore the brief tingle of the navy fabrics tickling your chin as your hand rose to signal your goodbyes to Taigen, pushing back the urge to roll your eyes at the brisk nod he delivered you in response almost dismissively.

—

Bundles of your hair squeezed between her fists as Mizu tugged at the back of your head certainly stood as a surprise you didn’t expect yourself to be in the moment you got home. The wavering heat of sake stinging your nostrils as the odor of alcohol remained rubbed across every inch of Mizu’s body, her lips being no exception as it batted against your lip in a wash of what you could only describe as desperation.

Her lower lip colliding against your own mirrored the familiar thrill Mizu sought from the scrape of a katana against another in the joys of a friendly duel. Rather this time, the clash of your lips pushing against hers induced their excitement in one more physical—closer to the woman she craved, yet sparking the same, if not a more intensified fuel that roused her longing for you.

To be honest, it was a fairly new feeling to adjust to with the unfamiliar nudge of the harigata resting against your hips, palm tracing along the thick shell as your nervous expression fixed onto Mizu. She was absolutely out of it, her eyes that were usually sprawled in with hate, an unforgiving storm that wrecked ship after ship in its floods of a tempestuous maelstrom, finally calmed to the ripple of a steady stream.

In your own hazy blindness, you refused to focus on anything else outside of your lover, blocking out even the howl of the winds blowing outside of the room as you kept your gaze on the pale moonlight filtered through the paper doors glowing along the slivers of her bare ribs. Mizu’s low moans rang in your ears as they fell from every corner of the room past her pretty lips just from the mere kisses you peppered along her body, hands resting along her bare hips to steady her, as if you were worshipping a goddess from the delicate manner in which you handled her.

The blur of your head sinking away any other feeling but desire slowly crawled in to nearly overcome your senses, the gnawing urge to just ram yourself inside her cunt growing enticingly appealing to you right about now. Yet with the little rationale that grappled within you, you instead cleared your throat, looking down at the entrancing woman sprawled out before you, heavy lidded to meet your gaze in her daze of need.

“Mizu…are you- sure? I mean, you’re still not in the best mind and-“

Her nod was more than enough to cut you off, unable to spit out any more words through the gasps occupying her throat at the moment.

“It was for a while. I just couldn’t find it in me to express it to you.”

“You…I- ugh..”

You sighed, unable to properly formulate your thoughts as you simply gave up. Pressing your lips back to hers hungrily, the decision was crystal clear in your head, eyes closed as you succumbed to the wash of Mizu alluring your into her hold. It was final, you didn’t care about anything else. Who heard, who saw, or even if you were condemned to death by any god who saw the two of you entangled so closely together, impossible to seperate.

You just wanted her. You needed Mizu right now. Nothing else mattered in the growing need to make love to her screaming at you with all its might.

Quick blows of air expelled from her lungs danced along your tongue in the heat of the kiss, your lips holding onto hers as your hands ran along the scarred sanctity of her shoulders. A treasure you would never even think to ruin no matter what threatened to break you down, the sight of her vulnerable and open for you to touch a rare piece of her soul you had uncovered and promised to cherish. Mizu could only thrash about, yearning for the thick shell pressed against the flat of her stomach as the center barely touched upon her slit.

Of course, she’d used it on you countless times, and adored your legs spread wide open to take her every time. And yet, it was still her first time taking the harigata herself, finding the extra sensitivity throbbing along her nerves to be quite a surprise considering she’s done something similar before.

Mizu sharply hissed through her teeth as her hands flew up to dig her fingers into your back, indenting the callouses of each one into the stretch of your flesh each time she felt the head of your cock prodding forward against her. The leisurely roll of your hips ground against her own ached for the burning friction she chased, her heart hammering against her chest in the blanket of painful anticipation cast over her each time the tip pressed to her, yet not pushing in like she wanted.

“Could you maybe lay on your stomach?”

Your embarrassed squeak of a voice pathetically spoken caught her attention, the red tinted hue sprinkled over your face as you kept your hold on her hips tight. Smoothing over the brief curves of her sides, you pursed your lips at how she pivoted over to rest her grip on the edge of the mattress, knees aand elbows holding her up as Mizu peeked past her shoulder to fix her gaze onto you.

Craning over, your chin rested on the dents of her bony shoulder, tilting your head over in the warmth of silent tenderness to dig the tip of your nose into the crook of her neck from the side. Mizu couldn’t help but reciprocate such a loving gesture delivered from you, pressing her cheek over as best as she could while keeping herself held up on her arms and knees, barely even noticing the length of the harigata laying against her rear.

Finally, an encounter with the echos of bliss chimed along the enclosure as you squeezed your eyes shut anxiously, biting down your teeth against the tense muscle of your tongue clicked against the roof of your mouth in worry as Mizu’s drawn out whine ripped out of her throat. Her breaths shook out heavily as her chest heaved up and down with your fervent motions paced inside her, your grasp cupped around the plush of her hips as your gaze raked over her bare back, rhythmically rocking back and forth against your cock sheathing inside her with her head hung low.

Curtains of her dark hair obscured her face in the intoxicating sensations of the harigata stretching open the damp walls of her cunt, the stretched out grasp on your cock drooling against the toy pushing back against your waist sucked it in with the deathly grip of a thousand armies. Despite struggling against the initial issue of her pussy clamped around you, you couldn’t help but weaken your resolve at her struggling to bite back the chorus of low pitched moans gradually heightening in pitch with each thrust of your hips slapping against the back of her cunt.

Mizu’s whimpers only grew more frequent as her already blended vision continued to fog up further, thighs partially folded apart to expose the strokes of shining slick reflected along the back of her slit, eventually loosening up more and more through her moans nearly screaming out.

“Haah..fuck..more-“

You’d be lying if you said that your surprise didn’t cause you to falter said movements a little. After all, she had never been like this, practically begging for you to shove your cock deeper inside her as her hips steadied themselves enough to push back against you. You retracted your head off her shoulder to lean back with your torso upright, yet not ceasing the movements of fucking into her for even a second, savoring the full-picture sight of her taking your cock to the hilt, almost as if she was eager for each tingling sensation of your dick splitting her open in a stretch to accommodate you.

Her wanton moans only persisted through even as Mizu’s well built arms struggled to keep her upright in the erotic position, her taut muscles searing in a blanking ecstasy around your cock spearing against her. Incoherent slurs of “don’t stop” and “so good” were the only things you could make out in her drawls of pleasure blabbering in nothing but broken moans and whimpers spilling past her feverish lips as your hips collided with her rear skin to skin.

Chewing at your lip to hold back your own noises, you drew in a shaky breath at the sight of her greedy cunt swallowing your cock in no matter how deep you sheathed yourself into her. Signifying her covetous desire toward the woman she loved, her need for you almost insatiable as she never wanted to let you go. Dropping her arms to sink into the futon, her torso rested into the mattress eneveloping her worn out body, before gasping out at the aid of you raising her rear up to meet your hips once more. You were the light in her once shadowed world of torturous hatred, you truly loved her, she swore would never lose something like this again. Ever.

Even after the rush of her juices adorned the length of your dick, her recovery from her orgasm was short lived as you rested your hands on her shoulders, gesturing her to turn over once more. Mizu’s thirst for a further horizon of pleasure overpowered the exhaustion of her body, lulling over onto her back as she allowed your grasp to snake under her knees and brush over the quaking tremors of her shaky thighs.

Pressing her knees forward, you hastily aligned the head of your cock with the leaking opening of her cunt, already stretched out as her folds glistened in heaps of her cum smeared against her in an erotic work of art. You planted a kiss against her neck, allowing your hot breath still lingering of sake to fan against the damp sweat of her chest.

“You’ve always taken care of me, let me do the same for you.”

With that single whisper, you ran the shell along her slit experimentally blind eyed, locating her hole before penetrating the tip past her soaked folds, and wringing out those sweet noises of hers once more.

Each thrust of yours hitting deep along the velvety contractions of her pussy trapping your cock inside her grazed against her cervix occasionally, the rugged head splitting her as her moans swallowed you whole in tandem with her cunt engulfing your cock inside her, squeezing tight as if she begged you to never leave. Mizu’s unending strings of moans were the only thing you wanted to hear, the only voice you could truly get lost in upon relishing the vocal, loud gasps drawling out of her whenever you cut away any space between you two, grinding your hips to her clit within the comfort of her whines spurring you on.

Mizu’s eyes locked with yours as you resumed your harsh movements thrusting inside of her, crescent marks embedded from the blunts of her nails tearing at your back with her gaze practically refusing to leave yours. Brows furrowed, she savored the languid hug of your lips to her for a brief moment in the exhilaration of your eyes boring into hers, each heavy breath hung in the air through each others movements professing volumes of your love through the intensity of unspoken words.

You quickly descended your lips back down onto Mizu’s, taking in each whimper vibrating against your mouth as you could practically taste her noises spilling against your tongue, slamming your hips forward with her knees nearly pushed to her chest. Through the melody of her high pitched moans, you acknowledged her teetering over the edge of another orgasm as her eyes rolled back in breaking contact with yours, clenching around your cock digging inside her spongy walls broken off with her pleading sob.

Mizu trembled under your hold as her chest heaved up and down, gentle dusts of pink decorating her chest in the aftermath of her climax unwinding within her. A grunt hummed against her hoarse throat as you withdrew your cock from her pussy slipping its grip off of the harigata, eyelids masking over her irises as she lay limp on her side, fighting back her drained state urging her to sleep. You simply kicked out of the toy around your waist, deciding to clean it in the morning as you stared down her cum pooling down the shell head, before setting it aside and fitting yourself against Mizu’s back.

You could feel yourself growing tired as well, cradling yourself in the comfort of your leg draped over her waist as you surrendered to the soft solace of holding the one person you’d burn down the world for.

—

“Shit…I know we had sex, but why does it ache all over? More than usual..” Mizu complained as she wove a hand through her messed locks, fingers digging into her scalp as she crossed her legs together. She cocked an eyebrow at your smug expression set over to her, her blue eyes dusted over with her usual groggy morning freshness.

“…(Name), what did you do.”

The samurai squinted over at you, pondering upon and piecing together every possibility of what could have possibly happened for you to be looking like such a haughty prick. You only giggled in response, leaning over as you flicked your pointer finger over her nose devilishly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Mizu?”

A/N: FINALLY I FINSIHED I DIDNT HAVE TIME TO FINISH THIS EARLIER THIS WEEK YWASSSSS anyway again, I was so ridiculously embarrassed writing this I’m crying. And posting this on Ugadi is lowkey crazy but ykw it’s okay and ngl this was a little just a TEENY bit self indulgent

I CANT GET BOTTOM MIZU OFF MY MIND IM SORRY I THOUGHT OF THE IDEA BEHIND THE NSFW PART DURING MY MATH TEST TODAY.

She’s so gorgeous pls I love my wife I miss her sm

also, a somewhat important a/n, this may be my last fic for a bit and I’ll have to go on break, considering final exams are coming up. feel free to leave requests, but I will not be writing until after atleast two months.

ily mizu nation and my followers ily all

my gf isn’t she beauiful

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