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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Bleach
  Relationship:
      Grimmjow_Jaegerjaques/Kurosaki_Ichigo
  Character:
      Grimmjow_Jaegerjaques, Kurosaki_Ichigo
  Additional Tags:
      Yaoi, Shota, Shota_Ichigo, Nudity, GrimmIchi_-_Freeform, 6/15,
      Masturbation
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      Published: 2018-02-07 Chapters: 1/? Words: 5073
****** An Exceptional Adoption ******
by Mono_D_Duo
Summary
     Ichigo is finally adopted at the age of 10 by a rich man from another
     country. Grimmjow gives Ichigo everything he could ever ask for; a
     fantastic home, clothes like he had never, delicious food every day,
     and all the love a parentless boy could ever need. Grimmjow loves
     Ichigo, and Ichigo loves Grimmjow, but there is more going on here
     than there seems.
                                   Chapter 1
He was very tired, so very tired, but also so very excited. His chance had
come, after waiting his entire life in wonder. He had to go in a car from the
orphanage, that was a 3-hour journey that he’d slept through, then he was
jarred away when he had to go on an aeroplane. He wasn’t told where he was
going, only that the man who had adopted him lived in the country he was going
to.
The plane was nothing like he’d thought it’d be. When he saw them on the TV
they were full of people, and everybody seemed to hate it. This plane looked
more like a fancy hotel room, albeit a bit longer. There was a large leather
couch that he could easily run across if he wanted to, he wouldn’t dare to
though because that’d be very rude, and across from it was the biggest
television he’d ever seen. If he lay across it diagonally he was sure it’d
still be taller than he was.
The couch was also very comfortable, even more comfortable than his bed, and
leagues more comfortable than the car seat that left him with a crick in his
neck.
The one who had drove him to the plane left after escorting him inside. Shame,
he liked the man, he smiled at him and chatted with him, even if his accent was
a bit difficult to understand. Ichigo could tell that Japanese wasn’t the
driver’s first language, well, he could’ve guessed that since the man was white
and clearly not from Japan.
As he was sitting on the couch he was jolted when a voice suddenly erupted
through the air.
“Please make your way to a seat near the cockpit and fasten your seatbelt.”
Ichigo did it immediately, not wanting to upset the woman-voice that ordered
him around. The take-off was very exciting. He looked out the window and was
amazed as the airport got smaller and smaller, until it looked like a toy set.
Then, he could barely contain himself when they went above the clouds. It
looked as if there was a never-ending sea of cotton-candy underneath them.
Ichigo imagined himself jumping and swimming in it.
When the plane had evened out the voice told him it was okay to walk around
again. Ichigo stayed to look at the clouds a bit more, but eventually started
to walk around. There was a mini-fridge next to the television, and he wanted
to see if there was food he could eat, but he didn’t know if he was allowed. He
knocked on the cockpit door. It didn’t open, but the voice rang through the
cabin again.
“Yes?” It didn’t sound like it did before. It had sounded boring and all
business like before, but now it sounded as if an actual person was speaking to
him.
“Um, may I have something out of the fridge please?” He asked, feeling odd as
he spoke to the bodiless voice.
“Yes, eat all you want.”
Ichigo’s smile nearly went from ear-to-ear. He could eat anything he wanted in
that fridge. He hoped that there was some really nice food in there.
There was mochi, dango, chocolate, rice crackers, and all sorts of colourful
things that he’d have only eaten on occasion before.
After he’d eaten his fill he turned on the television. It was his to control,
unlike ever before. He flicked through the Netflix library until deciding to
stop on a good cartoon he’d only ever gotten to see random episodes of before.
He watched for hours upon hours, captivated by the show that seemed to never
run out of episodes. Eventually he was singing the opening theme out loud.
“Shizuka ni shizuka ni maku wa kiri otoshi kakusei no yoake ni aoi honoo!”
Then the pilot’s voice rang out again, this time all serious again. She told
him to seat himself again because they were landing now. He did so, and the
landing went off smoothly. He had to stay seated a bit longer, but when the
plane’s door opened he was told that they’d be making the rest of the journey
by car, and that he’d better go to the bathroom now because they wouldn’t be
reaching their destination for a couple of hours. He did so and took some of
the food out of the fridge with him.
The car wasn’t nearly as good as the plane. It was boring, and there was a
divide between him and the driver. He wasn’t hungry anymore, and with nothing
to do he fell quickly asleep again.
He had dreams filled with influence from the show he binged for hours, as well
as dreams of what his new life would be like.
When he was woken up by the driver it was very bright outside. When he asked
for the time he was told it was 1:20 in the afternoon. He thought it was weird.
He’d left the orphanage at about 10 in the morning, now it was only 3 hours
later. He knew about time differences and all that, but it still felt weird. He
wondered if he’d be able to get to sleep at all tonight.
When he stepped outside the car, his mouth fell open. What was in front of him
was one of the nicest, largest houses he’d ever seen. It went up for three
stories and was very wide, but not as wide as the mansions on TV. It was made
of white stone with dark blue roof tiles and had a broad garage door to the
left. The front door was large, hard looking, and made a dark, smooth looking
wood with silver-coloured knockers.
The driver took his luggage out of the trunk of the car and walked with him up
to the door. He rang the doorbell and not a moment later it swung open.
Standing in the doorway was a tall man, with a slender, toned build, teal-blue
hair, and bright-blue eyes. He was wearing a purple and black V-neck t-shirt
and black jeans.
He made an immediate impression on Ichigo. He looked, for lack of a better
term, cool! He looked like the kinda guy who beat the bad-guy and got the girl
at the end of the movie.
He nodded to the driver, who handed him Ichigo’s luggage and walked off,
driving the car down the long driveway that veered out of sight.
The man beckoned Ichigo into the house and closed the door behind him. He then
got down onto one, looking at Ichigo at eye level, and spoke.
“Hello Ichigo, my name is Grimmjow, and I’m the man who adopted you.” He held
out his hand for Ichigo to shake, but the boy was too overwhelmed.
He instead bowed deeply, his body nearly at a right angle, and he headbutted
Grimmjow’s hand on the way down.
“Th-thank you very much!” Ichigo chorused, remembering his courtesies. He heard
Grimmjow chuckle.
“You won’t need to do that with me, Ichigo. This is your home, and I am your
family now. You won’t need to bow to me.”
Ichigo was unsure of what to make of this, but he raised out of the bow for a
start. The man was smiling down at him, and the look made Ichigo feel safe. He
felt as if he could trust this man with his life.
“Come on, I’ll give you the grand tour.” Grimmjow took Ichigo’s hand in his and
guided him through the first floor. The living-room was first, it was the first
room to the left as you walked through the door. It was a big room, with a
soft, blue carpet, three leather couches all pointing to a massive TV, a
massive window looking out onto a large empty field, and bookcases in the back.
The kitchen and dining-room were next, one lead into the other. Grimmjow told
him that he wasn’t to use the oven or microwave until he was showed how. He was
showed where all the plates, bowls and cups were kept, as well as where the
food was stored, there was a large walk-in pantry, and where to put his dirty
dishes. It was all technology that the orphanage Ichigo once called home
couldn’t afford.
There were another couple of rooms on the first floor, but Grimmjow said that
they were used only for storing things.
At the end of the hall there were two staircases, one going up, and one going
down. Grimmjow took him down first.
“This is the basement level.” Grimmjow had said, but it was nothing like any
basement Ichigo had imagined. Through double doors at the end of the stairs was
a small gym, filled with weights and fitness equipment. It all looked so
expensive to Ichigo that he didn’t know what to say. There was another door at
the end of the hall, a glass one that slid open. The smell of chlorine hit
Ichigo’s nose and he knew they were at a swimming pool, as if the large, tarped
over hole in the floor wasn’t enough of an indicator. Ichigo had been swimming
before, but he wasn’t very good and was excited at the prospect of living in a
house with a pool.
“And through that door there is the sauna. It’s so nice in there that I often
go in without swimming or working-out beforehand.”
Ichigo was too awed to say anything. He was led up the stairs again, and they
went up to the next floor.
“This floor has our bedrooms, a kitchenette, another living room, the main
bathroom, and it goes out to the back garden.” He was told.
The stairs went right up to the second living-room, which another couch, a
really comfy looking one, an armchair, and another TV. There was also a cabinet
of fancy looking glass bottles in the corner. They looked like alcohol bottles
to Ichigo, and he was probably right. A door on the other side of the room led
to the garden, as Grimmjow had said, but just from looking out the window
Ichigo could tell that this was more than a mere garden, it was a massive
expanse of green land. The kitchenette was just left of the stairs they rose
from.
He was then lead down past the living-room, into a hallway with 2 doors on
either side.
“That’s your bedroom, Ichigo.” Grimmjow said, pointing to the nearest door on
the left. “That one’s my bedroom, that’s a spare room, and that’s the
bathroom.” He pointed to the closest right, farthest left, and farthest right
in turn.
Ichigo’s jaw dropped when he saw his bedroom. It was huge for a bedroom, with a
double-bed in the corner, a walk- in wardrobe next to that, a couch in the
middle of the room facing the left wall, a TV on said wall, and all sorts of
consoles surrounding that TV. He recognised the PS4, Xbox1, the Wii U, Nintendo
Switch, and a litany of handhelds surrounding those.
Ichigo was taken to the wardrobe and was amazed by all the new clothes that he
was told were for him. There were shorts and tees, tracksuits, jeans, polo-
shirts, onesies, suits, shoes, and a rack of undies and socks. But the whole
thing looked only half-full.
“Why don’t you try on some of your new clothes now, Ichigo?” Grimmjow asked.
Ichigo was only too glad to. The clothes he was wearing were fine, but they
were all hand-me-downs from older kids at the orphanage.
Grimmjow had walked around the wardrobe, pulling out a baby-blue t-shirt, a
pair of white shorts, white ankle-socks and blue briefs.
“I keep it rather warm in here at this time of the year, so you won’t need very
heavy clothes for now.” Ichigo didnotice that most of these clothes looked to
be for summer use. “Here.”
Grimmjow held out briefs for Ichigo to put on first. It then dawned on Ichigo
that he’d hafta be seen butt-naked by his new adoptive father if he didn’t want
to be rude and deny the new gifts he’d obviously spent a lot of money on. The
last thing he wanted was to be rude, so he stripped himself of everything.
He kicked off his shoes first, and swept them to one side, then he pulled his
t-shirt off by the hem, turning it inside-out, and tossed it on top of the
shoes. He undid the zipper on his pants, pushed them down to his ankles and
stepped out of them with a little bit of effort. Now for his undies. He glanced
up at Grimmjow for a brief moment and saw the same look on his face as when he
started. He gripped the hem of his underwear and began to slowly slide them
down his hips. He decided that he didn’t want Grimmjow to see his little
boyhood, so he turned around, giving the man a good view of his bare bottom as
his undies fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them.
He cupped his hands over his dick and balls and turned back to Grimmjow,
blushing.
“Well I see that you’re modest Ichigo.” Grimmjow chuckled. “Oh, and you forgot
about your socks.”
Ichigo looked down and saw that his old socks had a few holes in them.
Grimmjow, with a rack of fresh ones behind him, obviously thought that he’d
prefer new ones.
“Here, let me.” Grimmjow set the pile of clothes to the side and got down on
one knee. He put a hand just below Ichigo’s knee and lifted his foot for him.
The boy jerked and feared he’d fall back, so his hands rushed out to grip
Grimmjow’s shoulders. Realizing he just revealed himself fully to the man, he
blushed a deep red.
Grimmjow seemed unfazed however and slipped Ichigo’s socks off without even
acknowledging his nakedness. He then held out the briefs by Ichigo’s feet, the
boy stepped into them and they were brought up his legs for him. He was
grateful to have his private parts covered again and was happy to step into the
shorts and socks that were also held out for him, and he put his arms up to
have the t-shirt put on him.
He didn’t much question the reason Grimmjow had dressed him. He was well
capable of doing it himself, but he assumed that maybe in this country, or
maybe just in regular families, it was normal. Ichigo was more than happy to go
along with familial customs no matter the case.
Grimmjow then showed him the bathroom, and what a magnificent bathroom it was.
The shower to the left was large enough for 6 of Ichigo to stand in, and it had
a bench in it as well as multiple shower-heads. There was a massive tub at the
end of the room that went from one was to the other.
“The next floor up is just my office and work-space, so there’s no need to tour
there.” Grimmjow said as they walked back into the living-room. “Now, there
will be a few ground rules, Ichigo, ones that must be obeyed at all times.”
Ichigo nodded, he expected as much, there were many rules at the orphanage, and
a place like this with so many nice things was sure to have many rules.
“Rule 1: No leaving the house without my permission, ever. Rule 2: No going to
use the gym equipment, the swimming pool, or the sauna without me with you.
They can be dangerous if not properly treated. Rule 3: No using the ovens or
dangerous appliances before I show you how, and even then, not unless I’m with
you. Rule 4: Only go into the back garden with my permission. Rule 5: If I
happen to not be home when it’s time for you to go to bed, you go to bed
anyway. No sneaking late nights just because I’m not here to tell you
otherwise. By the way, your bed-time is 10 O’clock Monday to Friday, and you
won’t have a bedtime on weekends. Breaking these rules will earn you a
punishment, a spanking and a grounding, and restrictions of privileges.”
These words made Ichigo’s heart leap, excluding “spanking” specifically. His
bedtime every night of the week had been 9 O’clock for as long as he could
remember. As well as that, all these other rules will be easy to follow, they
seemed like common sense, made official for his own safety above all else. He
was expecting things like: “No watching TV after 6”, or “Only speak when spoken
to”, or “Don’t make any mess at all”. He nodded enthusiastically to all these
rules, committing each of them to memory.
“And most importantly, Rule 6: Enjoy yourself here, this is your home now, as
much as it is mine.” He then got down on one knee and placed a hand on Ichigo’s
shoulder. “And never forget, no matter what it is, you can tell me anything,
and come to me for any reason whatsoever. If you’re hungry, hurt, curious, or
even just lonely, just come to me and I’ll make time for you, no matter what.”
Ichigo could hardly believe what he was hearing, this man was telling him
things he and the other children only ever dreamed of being told. He could
barely keep the tears in his eyes from rolling down his cheeks, and when
Grimmjow rolled his thumb over a fallen tear, and gave a look of concern, he
couldn’t keep it in anymore.
He wept loudly and wetly, and Grimmjow had scooped him up into his arms and
held him close to his chest. Ichigo wrapped his arms the man’s neck and buried
his face in the crook between shoulder and head.
“I know Ichigo, it must be very overwhelming for you, to have all of this after
having very little, to have someone say these things to you after years of
waiting. I know. Just let it all out.”
Ichigo did, and as he was rocked back and forth, he found himself beginning to
calm. Grimmjow’s arms were warm, strong, and safe. He felt as if nothing could
touch him from here, that he had the world’s greatest shield before him. Was
this what a father’s presence felt like, so secure and bright? He imagined it
must be.
A while later, Ichigo’s crying subsided, but he made no move to leave
Grimmjow’s arms. He was too warm.
“Ichigo?”
Ichigo looked up at him, meeting his eyes.
“Y-yes?”
“Are you hungry? I was going to make lunch now. Is there anything you’d like?”
Ichigo thought about it, and besides the junk from the plane, he hadn’t eaten
anything proper in hours.
“I’ll eat anything!” He chirped.
“Oh really? Well then, I’ll make something nice for you. In the mean-time, why
don’t you wash up in the bathroom, you probably feel very groggy after
travelling for so long.”
Ichigo thought about it and nodded. He did feel as if he could go for a
washing, and he really wanted to try out that bath or shower. He was about to
scramble out of Grimmjow’s arms and head for the bathroom, but Grimmjow held
him still and carried him to the bathroom.
“Which would you prefer? The shower or the bath?” Ichigo pondered and decided
that the bath looked a little more inviting.
“The bath, please.” Grimmjow nodded and set Ichigo down.
“Take off your clothes while I draw up the bath.” Grimmjow started to fill the
bath with steamy water as Ichigo stripped naked for the second time since
arriving. He was less modest this time. Since the man had already seen
everything he had to offer, and after his emotional episode, he felt that he
didn’t have anything to hide from him. He did blush when he walked up next to
him, and the man grinned as he looked him up and down, but it felt almost
natural.
“Tell me if this is warm enough for you.” Grimmjow gently took Ichigo’s hand in
his and dunked it under the water. It was so pleasantly warm that the rest of
Ichigo’s body felt a cold chill just by not being in it.
“It’s perfect.”
Grimmjow smiled at him, picked him up, and placed him in the water.
It was a beautiful feeling to Ichigo, and as soap began to foam into the water,
forming large, white suds, it began to smell as great as it felt.
The smile of happiness on the boy’s face made Grimmjow beam. He felt genuinely
happy for him as he waded through the water, cleaning and scrubbing himself.
Grimmjow grabbed a fresh, new loofah mitt from a shelf and beckoned Ichigo over
to him. The boy happily came back to him, looking refreshed already.
“Just let me scrub you once over with this and then I’ll let you play by
yourself, okay.”
Ichigo nodded, delighted to be getting so much attention from the man. He was
wiped gently with the spongey mitt, and it felt like getting lapped at by a
cloud. Grimmjow had him stand for it, and since the water only came up to his
mid-thigh, he was on display. But, like before, he didn’t care. His chest and
arms were cleaned, then his legs, and then his not-so-private privates. The
glove tickled down there and he him splash and giggle.
He then turned around and had his back washed, then the back of his legs, and
then his plump little butt-cheeks. He squeaked with embarrassment when Grimmjow
had firmly grasped one of his cheeks and pulled it aside, swiping up and down
his crack a few times before his cheek went back into place with a bounce. The
loofah then went between his legs, underneath to that spot between his balls
and bum. He supposed that spot was never properly washed before and assumed
that Grimmjow just really liked to be clean.
He was then turned around by the hip and looked Grimmjow in the eye.
“Have you ever cleaned under your foreskin, Ichigo?” Grimmjow asked.
“I, I don’t think so. Um, what is it?” Ichigo asked, more embarrassed by his
ignorance than his nakedness.
“It’s this.” Grimmjow reached out and lightly pinched the piece of loose skin
at the end of Ichigo’s dick with his thumb and forefinger. The boy blushed
beet-red. He’d never cleaned under there. He didn’t even know there was an
“under there” to be cleaned.
“No worries.” Grimmjow said, chuckling with a slight smile. “It’s never too
late to start. Do you think you’ll be able to pull it back?”
“You mean the foreskin?”
Grimmjow nodded.
“I never have before, but I can try!” He said eagerly, not wanting to annoy
Grimmjow.
He took his 2-and-a-half-inch cock in one hand and pulled the loose skin back
with the other. It stung a little, but Grimmjow rubbed at it with soapy water
to make it a bit more slippery. It really helped, and the shock-like feeling
that went through his body when Grimmjow touched it was also welcome.
After a few minutes of light pulling, Ichigo’s foreskin was pulled all the way
back, and the pink little head of his willy was sensitive to the air.
“It’s not sore, is it Ichigo?” Grimmjow asked, lightly nudging the underside of
ichigo’s cock.
“No, no, it’s just,” The boy paused, he didn’t know how to describe it. It had
stung a little at first, but after a little bit a tight feeling began to coil
in his gut, and the pain was forgotten, and Grimmjow’s touching was more
welcome than it ought to have been.
“You see this little build up stuff here? Whenever you bathe or shower you
should always wash that away, it’s healthy for your thing if you do that.”
Ichigo nodded, red cheeked and antsy on his feet.
“Good, I’ll leave you your own devices now.” Grimmjow winked at him, and walked
out of the room, leaving the door open.
Ichigo looked down at his cock, still held in one hand, but it looked different
than before. When he let go of it, it didn’t fall limp, it stuck out, longer
than before. It was now about 3-and -a-half-inches long, and a bit thicker than
before.
He vaguely knew what this was, he’d seen older boys with them at the orphanage.
In the showers or after the lights were turned off, they would lower their
pants and underwear and begin stroking themselves until they “came”. Ichigo
wasn’t sure of the terminology but he was sure that if any boy had been caught
doing such a thing, they were spanked bare in front of anyone present.
But…was Grimmjow like that? He had winked at him as he walked out, and said
he’s leave Ichigo “to his own devices”. Maybe he knew how Ichigo would react to
the touching expected him to get this way. If that was the case, then it’d be
okay to, wouldn’t it?
He had already convinced himself, and he was laying back in the warm water, his
right hand pumping his little cock as he squeezed the loofah mitt in the left.
Before long, that coil in his stomach got tighter and tighter until-
“A-ah-ah-aaahhhhh!”
It was a feeling that Ichigo never expected, but it suddenly made sense why the
older boys would risk a spanking for this. It was like a shock that waved
through his body, but it sent euphoric feelings all the way to his fingers and
toes. Not to mention that feeling his cock felt. It was better than anything
he’d ever felt in his life. Ever.
He was breathing heavily, his hand still wrapped tightly around his willy by
the time his senses came back to him. He began to think. What if this wasn’t a
good thing to do? What if he only wanted to tell himself that so that he could
try it out. He used this wonderful man’s words to do something that was
probably very dirty.
Guilt took the place euphoria had occupied only seconds ago. He wanted to cry.
Not out of happiness or glee, like he had earlier, but out of guilt, pure
guilt.
Grimmjow hadn’t said this was one of the rules, but it was as bad as breaking
one. He didn’t know how he was going to look at the man now, not without
feeling like he’d betrayed him. And this wasn’t even a day after he’d come to
live there.
He needed to make this right somehow. He remembered that the boys in the
orphanage got spanked if they were caught, and Grimmjow said that rule-breaking
would result in a spanking. Maybe if he went to Grimmjow now, and offered
himself to be spanked, he’d get off light and he’d be forgiven. Maybe, but it
was worth a shot.
He stood up and stepped out of the bath, dripping water onto the bath-rug. He
didn’t wanna walk around dripping wet all over the man’s house, not after
betraying his trust. He saw a large towel next to where Grimmjow had gotten the
loofah and took it and dried himself. When he was practically completely dry he
folded the towel and put it back. He saw his clothes where he had left them but
decided that it’d make a bigger point if he presented himself completely naked.
It’d seem like a bigger apology.
With that he strode out of the bathroom, suddenly self-conscious about being
bare in an open space. He reasoned that Grimmjow was the only one to see him
and powered through.
When he walked into the living-room Grimmjow was sitting on the arm-chair,
looking at something on his phone.
“Um, Mr. Grimmjow?”
Grimmjow looked up, and was surprised to see Ichigo standing there, naked as he
had left him, and a downtrodden look on his face.
“Ichigo, what’s the matter?”
The boy gulped, not believing he was literally asking for a spanking.
“Will, will you give me a spanking?” The boy said, louder than was strictly
necessary. Grimmjow, for his part, looked stunned.
“Why do you want me to spank you, Ichigo?” He walked over to the boy and
knelled down to his level.
“I, I did something bad!” Ichigo declared. “After you left me alone I did
something naughty and now I think I deserve to be spanked.”
“What could you have possibly done that would make you think that you deserved
something as severe as a spanking?” Grimmjow asked.
Ichigo was reluctant to go into detail, but he did anyway. “A-after you left,
my thingy was all stiff and long, and I’d seen other boys do things with them
before, so…I thought I’d try the same.” He looked down, completely ashamed,
“Oh, is that all?” Grimmjow asked, taking his hands in his own. “Ichigo, it’s
perfectly okay for you to that in this house.”
He couldn’t believe his ears. He wasn’t in trouble at all, even after what he
did. “Really? It’s okay?”
“Yes, you can do it wherever and whenever you want, Ichigo. This is your house,
your home. In here, you do what you want, wear what you want, watch what you
want, be what you want and even sleep where you want. So long as you don’t
break any of my rules.
He was sure these weren’t real words. “Say if I wanted to do it again, right
now, that’d be okay with you?”
“Perfectly okay.”
“And, and I can wear what I want too? What if I wanted to be naked all day?”
“You’re welcome to do so. I even do it myself sometimes, when I’m too lazy to
get dressed.” Grimmjow smiled at him.
“What if I wanted to sleep on the couch, or the kitchen table, or even your
bed?” Ichigo sure he had pushed it too far with that statement, but he wanted
to try anyway.
“If it’s what you want, then I’m fine with it.”
Ichigo was stunned. He came out here expecting to be spanked like a boy littler
than him, but instead he gets told that he’s free to do as he wished. It was
liberating. He felt like jumping, like cheering, and like testing this new-
found freedom in every way he could. But all he could say was;
“Thank you, Mr. Grimmjow.”
“You, Ichigo, can call me Grimm.”
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