My trip probably would've been terribly boring if not for Mia, the feisty young crow-girl's sexual influence. 

	Upon arriving to Oahu with my grandparents, we left Honolulu International Airport and traveled directly to our hotel building, where I checked in with a single duffel-bag of laundry and toiletries. After the room was secured and the elders opted to head out to attend a luau, I chose to stay behind and rest my weary jet-lagged body for a spell in my pineapple-scented loft-space. After an hour of recuperating, I decided to travel upstairs to check out the hotel building's one and only pool, just for kicks.

	While testing the waters with a stray foot paw, I saw her stood near the building's single elevator, fidgeting her feathered hands, dressed in a skimpy blue one-piece swimming suit, staring at me with piqued interest, emerald-green eyes shimmering above a black curved beak. She flinched and ran down a flight of stairs beside the elevator when she realized I'd noticed her the very first time. I just snickered, remembering how nervous I was as a cub her age, always shy around older adults or strangers, newcomers, new species, new additions. Introversion comes in many sizes and forms.
	Somehow, I knew she'd come around.

	I took up a steady routine of surfing during early morning hours, followed by soaking in the pool to cleanse my thick matted wolf-fur of excess saltwater. Multiple Haleiwa surfing expeditions can get quite messy in record time, especially with kelp and coral reefs weighing in strong. Something about the chlorine flushing that thick saltiness free from my body always satisfied me to no end. 
	
	Whenever I opted to take a quick dip, she always seemed to appear at the exact same time, rummaging near the elevator or the edge of the pool, staring at me the way a hungry cannibal stares at a chubby victim-to-be. She had to be rather lonely, nobody else to play with her age, maybe staying with uptight parents or unruly grandparents or dysfunctional siblings; I even entertained the notion that she was on a school trip, surrounded by teachers and fellow classmates, her avian peers and feathered BFFs, a righteous little murder. 

	Whatever her story was, I knew I'd eventually make my acquaintance with her, little did I expect our introduction to be so freaking soon.

	"Hey there, sir! Excuse me!" She finally said to me after a week of curious glances and awkward silences in the elevator, bright green eyes brimming with life and vitality, cute little tail-feathers waggling and twirling in circular motions. We were all alone on the rooftop, not a cloud in the sky. The tropical humidity weighed down hard, or maybe that was romantic affection robbing me blind? CCTV cameras were installed in place upon the rooftop, yet they seemed powered down and inoperable. 

	The adorable stout chubby young crow girl stood steady and observant, investigating my fifteen-year-old wolf-boy chops with great intrigue. Over the balcony's edge, I heard car horns, the distant crashing of waves from the Pacific Ocean nearby and seagulls cawing overhead. A brisk scent of seawater and coconut pervaded my sinuses, mixed with smog from nearby traffic. I was relaxed on a white plastic reclining pool chair, dressed in a fancy Hawaiian shirt draped unbuttoned over a very blinding pair of lime green Speedos, the ultimate choice in men's aerodynamic swimwear. The cute crow girl held out her winged hand and I saw a can of coconut water propped in her feathered grip. She angled it my way, rocking her hips nervously, beak turned down toward her chest, granting me an offering of smooth nourishment. 

	 "Want one? I got an extra from the machine in there." She pointed towards a small closeted space with vending machines lined up beside a walk-in sauna pit. I nodded, feeling my own wolf lips curling upward into a grin. Her feathers ruffled in a tiny yet visibly rippling wave from the top of her head down to her dainty crow feet as she grinned upon my interest in her offer, which I accepted kindly.

	I thanked her and claimed the can of coconut water from her grasp, bursting a hole into the aluminum can with a long incisor tooth, sucking down a fresh gulp and gasping for a breath after satiating an unbeknownst thirst I'd had all along. I suppose basking in tropical humidity made me crave sweet liquid nourishment indirectly. 

	Why didn't I use the can's tab, you may ask? I think it was mainly to show off a bit, to amuse her into hysterics, which sort of worked. The lovely young crow-girl covered her beak with her long-feathered hand, expressing a slightly more nervous side of her personality. I found her timid shyness adorable and rolled with it, not to deviate too heavily upon her friendliness or trust. She did approach a total stranger with a fresh can of technically stolen coconut water, after all, the least I can do is return the favor by behaving like a kind gentlefur, despite my own thriving youth.

	"Impressive! A double-serving? You must have a lucky touch. I appreciate it, thank you kindly." I said, trying to maintain my own sense of friendly demeanor towards her so as not to scare the poor crow-girl to death or intimidate her too heavily. I suspected she was quite awestruck by my massive predatory presence. I bet she'd never laid eyes on a wolf quite as big as myself before, I could almost tell by the way she just stared at me, all awestruck and glittery-sparkly-eyed. 
She just snickered and shrugged, though.

	"Lucky touch? Pffft, Haha! I guess, if that's what rigging a machine to dispense another can is called. I'm just a lucky birdy-girly!" She said, flapping her feathers with excitement. A couple shed and lilted down upon my nose, tickling me into a sneeze. She squawked and laughed aloud at me.
	"Ha! Just kidding! Actually, the door's wide open. I guess the guys who fill the machines with sodas and candy bars are in the bathroom or something. So! We get freebies today! Enjoy, sir. What's your name?"

	"I almost thought you had really... huh, you convinced me. Very clever, crow-girl. My name is Maverick, but you can call me Mack. Kindly do a solid, if you don't mind?"

	"Huh? What's up, Mack?" She cocked her head at a funny angle and stared at me with total thrush in her expression, a deer in the brightest of headlights. I smacked my forehead and sighed.

	"Take these two dollar bills and put 'em anywhere near or in that open vending machine door you got these coconut waters from, would ya kindly?

	"No need for that, boyo! Thank ye'kindly fer ya honesty, wee crow-lass, we'll jus' claim that 'ere money off'ya foine-feathered paws right-propah." A booming voice brayed out from behind me. I glanced up in shock to see a large horse-anthro claim the two dollar bills from the crow girl's grip, which she was more than happy to provide. She beamed and smiled, holding the money up towards Mr. Horse.

	"I promise I wasn't stealing! I was gonna pay, But nobody was around! Honestly!" She said, visibly panicked. I laughed and took another swig as the horse vendor also guffawed and shook his hooved hand-paws, acknowledging her honesty and admiring her for it. He just rubbed her feathered head with companionable friendliness, the way any elderly citizen would casually grab at my shoulder for a quick rub. Harmless. She grinned and giggled shyly, also relieved to know she wasn't in any serious trouble and why should she be? They're only coconut waters, not bottles of top-shelf tequila, definitely something I'm certain she knows next to nothing about... hopefully.

	"You're perfectly fine, young miss! Enjoy your vacation, kiddos!" Said the elderly scraggly older horse anthro, dressed in a bright hibiscus-adorned jumpsuit with a huge PEPSI.COLA logo patched evenly upon his back. With silver-crowned bucked teeth and a pair of aviator shades, he lumbered his way back over to his vending machine tools and wares, determined to repair and refill the units before moving onto the next distribution point, wherever that may have been. Not my concern, after all.

	"Will do, sir. Thank you!" I said, holding my can up to him, offering a silent glorified pseudo-toast. After he left, I finished up my can of refreshing coconut water and finally developed the nerve from within to ask the crow girl for her name. Her eyes grew wide with surprise but not discontent.

	"My name is Mia! I haven't told you yet?" I shook my head and shrugged. She giggled aloud, waving her arms casually. "How about that?  I'm here on vacation too, just like you! And you know what? I think you look like a celebrity! That's it, huh? Are you one? Did I figure you out?" Mia asked me with avid excitement. I was shocked, amused and a little flattered by her genuine honest curiosity. She was so convinced that I was a famous figure in society! But I wondered how to present myself to her in a way that wouldn't feel too disappointing or ignorant. I knew exactly how I'd roll with her fully-convinced fever-dream and become the celebrity she never saw coming. Mia gave me the PERFECT outlet point, bless her crow-feathered little heart and soul.

	"What would you say if I told you that I am? Super-famous, I mean. Very popular back home, y'know. Loads of fans all over the country, sold-out gigs every night, tons of television and radio appearances; I wonder how you'd react to finding out how big of a deal I really am." I said, hoping to sound reasonably convincing.

	"Really?! I knew it! So where'd you come from? I mean, where's home for you? Clearly you aren't from here, you lack Aloha spirit." Mia said, entirely unfazed by my extensive ego. She genuinely wanted to know more about my origin, not fame or fortune. Mia's curiosity had reached new heights. I decided to roll with her punches and play along.

	"That's for me to know and for you to find out, little birdy-girly." I said with a loud lupine grunt. I could tell she was visibly annoyed by my unwillingness. How long I'd be able to grill her was yet to be foreseen.

	"Huh, maybe this could convince you to tell me?" Mia yanked her bathing suit down with virtually no delay, immediately flashing me with a luscious eyeful of underage crow-girl lady-bits. I was startled and shocked yet not entirely unimpressed. For the sake of maintaining civil dignity, I felt obligated to react in the most sensible way possible.

	"Oh Jeez, what are you doing?! There's freaking cameras in this building, y'know, what if they see us up here?! We could get in real trouble over thi-"
	"Relax, Mr. Mack, this hotel can't afford to pay for their security cameras, so you may see them, but in actuality?" Mia explained, cutting her words short to yank her bathing suit even harder, pulling fabric taut to great lengths, revealing a fully visible cameltoe bulge and giving me an eyeful of cute sexy chubby crow-girl beauty. She flashed her entirety towards a nearby camera unit located on top of the elevator chamber. I froze up, worried for my future, thinking it was the end of the line. 

	Much to my great relief, nothing happened as a result of Mia flashing the camera, for it was indeed as dead as the eyes of a zombie had been. Thank goodness. I inhaled a deep sigh of relief and she urged me towards the sauna, yanking at my tail. We really were all alone, after all.

	"Come on, play with me in the steam room! I wanna play with you, big bad fluffy wolfy!" Mia said, more excited to befriend me than to see what she got under her family's Christmas tree.

	"Yeah, that's right, I’m the big bad wolf and right now, if you had a red robe on, I'd probably be hungry enough to eat you right up! Beak and all!"

	"Eeewww, that's gross! Beaks taste funny! Or, so I've been told."
Mia said, pondering to herself, causing Mack to giggle-snort. Mia chuckled in response to his silly laughing by tickling his knees with her feathered fingers. 

	"You're funny, Mack! Come on, let's see the steam room together. I don't wanna go aloooone." Mia said, dainty crow feet shuffling against clean sun-drenched cement tiling, dampened with chlorinated pool water. I finally gave into her offer and stood up, joints snapping lightly despite my young age. 

	I walked with her towards the sauna, a small closeted room nestled into a corner-space near the elevator. We entered and I was immediately smothered in extreme humidity. Warmth pervaded my senses all over and I went from lightly tropical to very tropical in record time. If dogs could sweat, I'd be sweating bullets just standing in that sauna for more than a few minutes. Mia didn't seem to mind, however. She rather enjoyed the heat. She even poured fresh spring water directly onto a clump of piping hot pumice stones, producing a fresh burst of steam that swirled and circulated within the sauna's confined space. A single grill-covered lightbulb illuminated red-hued cedar wood benches as I sat with Mia, darkness settling into my vision. Slowly the room revealed itself in full, complimenting my line of sight. I felt like sitting in some random World War II bunker, hiding out from a treacherous Pacific-bound attack.

	"Now that we're alone together at last, I have something I've been meaning to ask you." Mia whispered. The acoustics in the room made her sound extremely close to me, though she was sat on the other side of the room, roughly four or five feet away. I crouched down low to listen.

	"Okay, what's up?" I said. She fumbled at her feathered fingers some more, timid to reply. Her beak hung down low, curled at an angle, resting still against her diaphragm. She glanced up at me after a brief period of naked silence, bright green eyes shimmering even in the low light of the sauna closet which we now found ourselves sat in. She held her head up and stared right at me, almost through me even, piercing my soul with those distinctively attractive emerald-green eyes, so fetching.

	"Actually, not even a question. More of a special request, like a favor. Could you do me a favor, Mister Mack?" Mia said, onyx-black feathers shimmered with moisture beneath the dull squalor of illumination. I nodded and gave her my full complete undivided attention.

	"Anything for you, Mia. And just Mack is fine, no need for honorifics." Mia curled her brow funny at me, tilting her head at an angle, the universal look of absolute confusion. I laughed at her reaction and nodded as I got to explaining.
	"Those are like 'sir', 'madam' and 'professor' - surnames, y'know? My dad was a doctor, so his name always ended with 'PhD' in writing. But I'm fifteen, so I'm no mister, more like a cub. Older cub, of course, but a cub nevertheless. Though I could still be referred to as a mister, I suppose. Honestly, that just sits funny with me, makes me feel older than usual."

	"Well, for an older cub, I think you are just as attractive as a cub my age, maybe even more-so." Mia said, slowly sliding her bathing suit loose from her shoulders, wiggling her chunky angelic hips to remove the unsightly bright blue article of swimwear. I began to panic, worried that someone might walk in on us, primarily on her. Oh fuck no, I didn't want to get in trouble with any adults, especially her guardians. If she had parents downstairs, surely they'd love to see a young wolf pervert thrown off a large hotel building by accidental circumstances, full-on deniability hard at work. 
	"Which is why I want to ask you a big favor." Mia said.
	
	I felt my gag reflexes responding to the panic within, swallowing a small hint of salt-tinged saliva. She had me gridlocked in place and there was little to no means of escape from her overwhelming influence. Little Mia tempted and swayed me faster than all the dates I've ever had throughout my many school years. All those dances, football games, ceremonies and parties did for me was reinforce my charm and whimsy. I hadn't planned on stumbling across such an adorable young crow girl like Mia. She really helped to identify my primal carnal urges, even when I may not have already done so by then. I felt butterflies pervade my belly, fluttering aimlessly in my gut, tickling my panic-induced nerves.
	"What kind of favor?" I replied with uncertainty.

	"Quite simple, really. I want you to... do... me... right here and now. In this sauna." Mia said, reaching down to fondle at herself teasingly.

	"What?" Dumbfounded, that's how I felt.

	"Are you deaf, hard of hearing? Too much saltwater in your ears from surfing, perhaps? I want you to DO ME. Get it?" Mia said, hot little spitfire she was.

	"I get it, of course. I mean... well, you're so young and little, I'd feel bad about hurting you with my-"
	"Oh nonsense! You won't hurt me, this is something I want. I've wanted this for a while now. I just haven't seen anyone cool or sexy enough to ask. All I ever see in this hotel are old shriveled people. Grey-muzzles. Humans and anthropomorphics alike, so old and worn down. I get so sad and bored without anyone my age to play with, everyone just wants to relax and rest and develop a tan and attend luaus. BOOO-RIIING! How can they even hope to GET a tan with all that fur?!" Mia said, voice trembling, becoming more distressed. I just chuckled at her righteous uninhibited childlike honesty before scooting myself closer to her, combing a hand-paw through her dampened back-feathers companionably.

	"No need to worry about that now, I'm here for you. Uh, need a hand with that strap?" I asked, admiring Mia's finest features. I slid a stray hand-paw down her shoulder, slipping finger-paws beneath her bathing suit's elastic hem. I could hear her breathing pattern escalate significantly. 
	"Mia, you're okay, just relax. I won't hurt you." I whispered lightly against her head, kissing her feathery cheek as I allowed my hand-paw to drift down between her saucy thighs. 

	"Sheesh, Mack! That tickles!!" Mia said. I just smiled and managed to help her out of her bathing suit entirely. She allowed her suit to crumble to the sauna floor in a chlorine-scented heap before hopping onto my lap, beak poking against my breastplate. I wasn't prepared for her imminent landing arrival, neither was my bulging knotted member. 

	"That's better! Now I can move around a lot more!" Mia said, bouncing upon my lap with youthful energetic excitement. I had to resist the urge to fuck her right away. Mia reached down to fondle and stroke my dick on her own, waiting for little to no reply. I raised her petite body up close to my head and licked at her petite chest, ruffling her feathers with my bristly wolf tongue. She issued a very low trembling whine, something like a sustained single cawing moan as I slid my tongue against the exposed surface of her tiny black nipples, rubbing at her areolas in circular patterns. 

	Mia smacked my forehead with her feathers, forcing me to reel back from her chest and glance up at her beaked face. Her eyes were heavily enticing, seductive, wooing me into a tailspin of affection for the cutie-pie. I felt my fifteen-year-old wolf cock grow firm and erect beneath my swimming trunks. In response, I held Mia in my arms as I stood upright and shook my swimming trunks free from my hips, fully revealing my exposed wolf-hood, knotted erection and all. 

	I sat back down on a plank of warm cedar wood and slid a wet slick finger-paw between Mia's spread crow-girl legs, rubbing diligently at her tiny pink vaginal slit, heart racing with excitement and raw voyeuristic nervousness. I knew what I was doing could get me in a huge heap of trouble, with even worse consequences in store for Mia. Yet I couldn't bloody resist her charm and appeal, her petite yet powerful presence. Mia the crow girl had me wrapped around her wing, I rubbed my dick against her buttock, crotch tickled by her tail feathers. She cawed softly, a lilting of chirps, enhanced within the acoustics of the sauna hot-box. 

	"Go on, put it in, I’m ready." Mia said, shocking me into silence. I nodded and held her adorable plump little crow-girl body up, legs outspread and chest resting easily against mine, cute pudgy belly pressed against my abs. I thrust my groin upright and made an immediate connection, sinking my firm muscular dick-tip into Mia's incredibly tight vagina. What little I'd been taught in sex-ed came rushing back to me like a memory stirred and I acted on muscle memory and gut impulse alike, clenching hold of her thick crow-girl hips and grinding with a steady persistent rhythm balls-deep into her. 
	
	I was met with girlish moans, grunts and squawks within the confined space of my hotel's sauna, wondering how I was ever able to make it with a crow as young and cunning as Mia. We were polar opposites in relation to bodily size, taking roughly six of her to make one of me in comparison. In other words, Mia was awfully small, even while riding firm upon my lap, taking my knotted dick like a seasoned little champ, a pro ace, the finest fuck in all of the Hawaiian Islands. She couldn't have been no more than ten years of age, yet I never bothered to ask - my head was reeling in pure bliss and total excitement over the delightful bit of size-play I allowed myself to entertain with her straddling my lap. 

	"Mmn, fuck, you feel amazing, such a tight little birdy-girly." I said, humping into Mia's groin, watching my dick slide into her feather-covered pussy with limited resistance, unlike my first few thrusts into her. Mia's green eyes rolled back into her crow-skulled eye sockets and her thin tubular bird-tongue poked free from her beak on occasion while I fucked her senseless, spinning her around to thrust into her buck-wild, upholding the penultimate reverse cowgirl position.

	Our audible passion was well-contained within thick cedar-wood walls, allowing her to scream and wail as loud as she wanted to with little to no outside interference. I complimented her passionate moans and yelps of pleasure with my own aroused growls and snarls. We sounded like a wild jungle committee, the naughtiest couple within earshot. If Mia had been right about the hotel's inability to keep up with their CCTV costs, then we were off the hook until another random anonymous guest decided to enter the sauna for a brisk hot-box session. 

	Oh, how I just wanted to fuck Mia's sweet succulent pussy non-stop with no end in sight... but realistically, I knew our time wouldn't last forever. My grandparents would eventually come looking for me, reminding me to pack up soon so we could return home to the mainland, to my sad pathetic depressing little mountain town, the furthest thing imaginable from the rich cloying tropical climate I now found myself infatuated with. I wanted to move to Oahu so I could be closer to paradise.
	Or maybe that was my attraction to Mia running its course? 

	The doorknob to the sauna closet creaked once, then twice. My heart stopped as fast as my thrusting into Mia did. I froze in place, even while engaged in full-on knotted copulation with her. Somebody wanted in on our little love affair, yet I knew I couldn't afford to welcome anyone in on our dirty secret. What happened between me and Mia on the rooftop of that hotel would have to stay exclusive, only for us. 

	"Shhh, stay quiet." I whispered aloud, holding my own breath, clenching up and freezing in place. I wrapped my fingers around Mia's onyx-black crow beak and squeezed, holding her mouth shut firmly while staying silent. I held Mia's petite avian body balanced upon my lap and felt my knot swell and grow inside her tight wet underage crow-pussy. The sensation drove me absolutely bonkers as I felt my testicles drain and purge themselves of excess semen. I slowly and silently reached a very prominent orgasm with my dick fully inserted into Mia's vaginal orifice. My cock-tip poked at her cervix as I pumped her uterus full of jizz, one extensive warm creamy sticky white rope ejaculated after another, so deep in her crow-girl womb. It was one thing to brick hard into a girl at fast speeds but it was another pleasure entirely to ejaculate slow and sustained into a girl, to take one's time respectively. 

	Mia's spindly blackened crow-legs trembled and jerked in reaction to my climax inside her, provoking Mia to endure her own feverish squirting orgasm. Her feminine stream reached practically all the way across the tiny sauna room, raining down upon pumice stones. The room filled with a fresh burst of thick steam just as the door opened, revealing what looked like a security guard dressed in denim slacks and a loose-fitting light blue work-shirt, very relaxed and casual wear. Luckily for us, he couldn't see how hard I was fucking and impregnating Mia, my brand-new tropical underage fuck-buddy.

	"Hey'dere, ever-t'ing a'ight in de hot-box, ya?" A low booming voice said aloud. I presumed he was talking to us, though I could barely comprehend his Hawaiian Pidgin-speak. 

	"Yes, all is well in here. Thank you." A sweet, mature voice uttered in response. Mia sounded like an elderly woman, a far cry from her usual bubbly enthusiastic crow-girl cadence and tonality. 

	"Kay, I'm'a closin' de' doh, hang loose n' Aloha! Enjoy ya stay, sista! Be safe in de hot-box."

	"Will do, thank you kindly." Mia replied, sounding far older than intended. I was impressed with her voice-acting skills, even when she dropped the ruse of elderly crow-woman and returned back to her normal over-blissed self. Thank goodness we weren't discovered by the stray guard! 

	"That was quick thinking, Mia!" I whispered into Mia's ear, ruffling feathers upon her forehead and clenching hold of her beak, kissing her neck and cheek tenderly.
	"I don't want to leave this sauna any time soon." I said aloud, inhaling deep and tasting salty seawater on the tip of my tongue.

	"Then stay, I've got time to spare. Besides. Lucky touch, remember?" Mia said, clenching her groin firm and snug around my knot, driving a wedge of absolute carnality-driven desire into my senses, forcing me into a random surprise burst of thrusting. Mia squawked and cawed aloud as I plunged what little bit of pent-up jizz I had left in her pussy. She fell limp for a brief moment upon my lap as I hugged her close, feeling her belly press firm against my abdomen, meaty little rump nestled in place on my upper thighs. I came even more into her womb, causing her belly to bulge quite heavily. Excess cum began to leak free from within, coursing small leaking trails down upon dampened cedar wood. I had her tied in place with no chance of moving anywhere for a little while, not until I grew flaccid enough to yank my dick free from her swollen violated crow-cunt.

	"Lucky touch, indeed. Aloha to you, princess." I said to her, all smiles and affection running strong in my favor. She dug her beak into my earlobe to nibble at me teasingly, leaving me in hysterics. 

	"Aloha! This was fun. Can we do it again?" Mia asked me, feathered hands pressed down upon my thighs. I had all but impregnated the young'un with a heavy pent-up supply of fresh virile young wolf-cum. The urge to repeat the act of coitus with her was a guaranteed promise. 
	"Uh, maybe?" I replied, feeling the urge to sweat bullets. Maybe it was time to hop out of the sauna and jump into the pool after all, I thought.

	"Over and over and over and-"
	"You know what? Hold that thought, let's go get wet first!" I said.

	"You mean wetter than we already got just now?" Mia asked without missing a beat. I laughed and nodded in reaction, even as she pressed her young feathered crow-girl body firmly against mine.

	"Yes, a LOT wetter. Colder too, perhaps."

	"Oooh, sounds fun! I'm game, let's do it! First one to the pool is a rotten egg!" Mia said, attempting to yank herself free from the crucial knotted tie we shared. I almost let her pop free from my dick, if not for opting to hoist her up and carry her with me instead. 

	"Oh, you're in trouble now!" I said, feeling free and liberated, knowing I somehow managed to court Mia and just barely escaped persecution for it, perhaps. I wondered to myself what my grandparents would think if they found out their young anthropomorphic bastard wolf athletic all-star prom king straight-A student had enjoyed sexual relations with an adorable seven-year-old crow cub right in the same sauna where they may have taken a load or two off in the past. The irony was something to be admired.
	I guess Mia really did have an irresistibly lucky touch after all. 

	~

	In retrospect, I never saw Mia again after that day, not even all the way up until it was time for me to return home with my grandparents. I have no idea what happened to her. I can only hope whatever she's involved in now and wherever she may be, that she's staying safe and life is satisfactory in her favor. 
	

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