Continuation from part 3 of Kyle's Plan
Previously
So we wrapped ourselves in blankets and settled onto the cum stained couch and I fell asleep pretty early with him in my arms. I awoke in the morning to find him on the floor still sleeping, naked. I wasn't sure if he fell off, or he just decided to sleep there, but whatever. I woke him up and we began our day.
I would like to tell you about what we did that day, but I truly can't because I don't remember it. I am pretty sure I woke up, went to the bathroom, got dressed, he woke up, got dressed, went to the bathroom, and got a call from his mom, and then he went home. I then mowed the lawn. Sorry, but that's the way it went. For years to follow, Daniel and I would get together and do what we loved, but we didn't really feel anything else toward one another. To this day I keep in touch with him but we don't do much of anything except smoke. Bummer, but oh well. That's okay though because I got together with other guys later on, and here are those stories.
About a year passed and nothing changed. I mean, I sure as hell know I didn't except I got a little hair on my chin, but that's it and that hasn't changed since then either. But I was hanging out with my long time friend, Pat. We were just chilling in his basement doing what I always do when I am hanging out with him; play stupid video games and talk about stupid things. Seriously, the shit we talked about was ridiculous. One day we were thinking of ideas for a school prank and we decided we should get all the teachers pregnant so they would have to leave school on maternity leave so then we wouldn't have school because there were no teachers! It was brilliant. But we never did do that, unfortunately.
So as I was saying, we were just in the basement chilling and his brother came down. Now I have a pretty good relationship with the entire family, I am almost a fifth son to them. I have run them errands, mowed their lawn, taken care of their youngest son, and more shit like that. I've been friends with Pat for a really long time but we actually started out as enemies. I hated him and he hated me, but strangely, that's how most of my friendships begin. I have a problem with trust, and if I don't know the person, I assume they are a dick head, so I steer clear of them. Its stupid, I know, but whatever, I am getting better. We became friends in middle school and he is my good friend today. But back to the story; sorry I get side tracked easily. Anyway, we were just playing video games and being our typical retarded selves and his little brother came down. He teases me constantly because I used to be a total ass to him about six years ago. He is two years younger then his brother Pat and he looks just like him. His name is Frankie and he stands at 5'6", two inches shorter then me, and weighs about 120 or so, pretty much exactly what I weighed two years ago. What I mean by teasing is shit like making fun of my red hair, constantly. I don't care, mostly I get compliments on it, but I always get the shit like does the carpet match the drapes?' or fire crotch' or ginger'. Oh well, they can all suck my dick. So Frankie knew I got a little annoyed by the teasing and he would do it whenever he saw me. Pat would always yell at him to leave but the truth is, I always wanted him to stay. He was pretty different from me in that he was a sports fanatic and I only like winter sports and soccer. He loved baseball and football and those are the two sports I find stupid as hell. They are two stop and go for me, and I get bored really easily. Soccer is constant action, same with hockey and basketball, which are the other sports I enjoy watching or playing. He was in nice shape because he was always playing some sport with his friends but what made me love him was his sense of humor and his cute face. He was just like me when it came to sense of humor. We both loved doing shit that would get us in trouble. He once sent out mass emails to people saying fuck you all!' from the principals computer, where as I would walk into a library with a boom box and a bunch of friends and start a dance party. Either way, we both loved the risk of getting chased or yelled at, kinda weird, but so invigorating.
Sitting on one of the multiple couches in the basement, I was checking him out while trying to concentrate on the video game and fucked up conversation that Pat and I were having. He was wearing white basketball shorts, almost as nice as my white soccer shorts, but it leaves more to the imagination in certain areas. Pat was telling him to fuck off and leave us alone but instead he sat next to me on the couch and continued to tease me and ask if he could borrow my head to cook some food. I would let him borrow it for other reasons but I wasn't going to say that. I would always say shit back, go sit on your friend's didlo, or other random shit. After ten minutes he would always leave, but luckily I was considered a friend in his book.
On certain weekends when Pat was chilling with his girlfriend or visiting family in Florida, Frankie would be around and ask if I was doing anything. Even if I wasn't I would tell him I was a little busy just hoping he would plead a little so I could be sure that he really wanted to hang out with me. He often would ask what I was doing and I would say chilling with friends, which was usually true, but I always told him when I would be free. On some occasions, he would come over and we would play sports video games, other times I would teach him how to play lacrosse, and other times he would want to see a movie.
It was a Friday, and I was done with school early because I skipped my last class because the teacher is a total tool. I drove home and I called up my buddies that usually skipped their classes too. About an hour later three of them showed up at my house: Jon, Dave, and Chris. These guys were my typical stoner and party friends. Since it was a Friday we did our typical Friday routine, which consisted of rolling a big ass joint, getting in a car, blasting music, and lighting the joint while driving on some crazy roads until we end up in a place we have never been. We were about ten minutes into the drive before we lit the joint and began passing it around. It was a nice joint; it was tight but pulled nicely. We drove for another thirty minutes until we ended up in bumblefuckville and turned around and drove back home, planning our events for the evening. That's when I got the text.
"What you up to tonight?" it read. It was from Frankie. All of my friends in the car were friends of Pat, Frankie's brother, and they all knew that I was kind of friends with Frankie. Pat knew that Frankie often called me to see what I was doing and he didn't give a shit. One time we all partied together and Frankie ended up getting plastered drunk and that earned me quite a hash verbal beating from his parents, but they forgave me, knowing it was better he do it with his brother and friend then go to some random party and get drunk with people he doesn't know. So I asked the guys what we were doing tonight and they told me there was a party at Jess' house in the neighboring town. None of us really knew her well, but she had hooked up with Dave, so that was our in.
"How big is it going to be?" I asked, seeing if I could squeeze one more person in.
"I think its got a keg and she told me about 100 plus kids were invited by her, which means they will all probably bring some friends of their own," Dave answered. So there will be tons of people, and no one will notice one random kid in there, it would be perfect.
"Okay, cool," I replied getting my phone out text Frankie, "Frankie had asked me what I was doing, you think I could invite him?" I knew they wouldn't see any problem, he was only two years younger then us, meaning he was a freshmen in high school, so who gives a fuck if he comes. My friends said it shouldn't be a problem so I texted Frankie, "Party tonight. You in?" Thirty seconds later I got another text, "Sure when? where?" I told him I would call him soon and tell him the details.
We got back to our town twenty minutes later and we all went our separate ways only to meet again in about three hours for tonight's party. I thought I should drive and not drink so if Frankie needed to be home for any reason I could leave the party. Plus, I wasn't in the mood to drink much. At around six my mom got home and I had dinner with her and told her my plans. She asked me if I would be coming home tonight and I told her I didn't know, I might sleep over if I drink, and if I don't drink I'll come home. Which is pretty much always true. She trusts me enough to know I wont drink and drive. So with that I called up Chris and asked him what the plan was.
"Come over to my house in an hour and we'll figure it all out, the party starts at a little before nine or so." I drove over to his house and we talked about what was going on and I told the guys that I would be driving in case they needed a ride. It turns out that three of the four of us would be driving since five girls would be joining us. We made the plans and I ended up just driving my best girl friend, Tina, myself, and of course, Frankie. Everyone met at Chris's house except for Frankie who I had called earlier to let him I know I would pick him up at 8 thirty. Everyone began leaving Chris house to go to the party and I went to go pick up Frankie at his house, which was just up the street from my house.
"I'm here bitch titty," I said into the phone when I arrived at Frankie's house. A second later he came bounding out the door and his parents waved to me in the doorway, signing `I'm watching you' with their hands pointing to their eyes and them to me to warm me if anything goes wrong, again. He jumped into the back seat of my mom's Audi, which she let me borrow for tonight. "Ugh, what is he doing here?" Tina said sarcastically when Frankie got in the car. "So nice to see you too Tina!" Frankie laughed.
"Hey little man," I said as I pulled out of his driveway, "You better not get too fucked up tonight." I really didn't want to get yelled at by his parents again.
"I wont, I can hold my liquor," he said back to me as he buckled up.
"Right, I heard about last time," Tina added, making Frankie shut up. "Just do what we say, alright?" He mumbled his consent and we were on our way.
We pulled up in front of the big house a little after nine and we met our friends inside. Dave wasn't kidding, there must have been over a hundred people in the house, and more cars were pulling up. I would be surprised if the police don't come tonight, I thought to myself as we made our way to the pong table that our buddies were at. Frankie stood really close to me the entire time but I told him to lighten up and just enjoy himself. He asked me if he could be on my team for the pong tournament and I readily agreed as I put our names on the bracket. He then walked over to the keg and grabbed a cup full and downed it quickly. Maybe he just wants to get a little tipsy early so he wont be so up tight and nervous about being the only freshman here. The party went on and about an hour in everyone was pretty drunk and I was quite tipsy as I made my way to the pong table to start our game. Frankie still was clinging to my side and my group of friends so he was right on time when the game started. By coincidence we were playing Tina and Jon. Both of them are really fucking good at pong and I am pretty good, but Frankie is new, so this should be interesting.
"Wait, I think there is an age limit at this table," Jon teased as I gave on ball to Frankie and I took the other. He just gave the finger and stuck out his tongue to tell them to fuck off. They laughed and watched as I sunk my shot and Frankie missed his, but not by much. "Don't worry, you'll get it, its pretty easy," I encouraged him. Jon and Tina both made their shots so we had to give them the balls back and drink. Frankie was relatively tipsy and I was getting there so I knew I should be watching him intently, but then again, we still had four hours before we needed to be home.
"I'm gonna text my mom to see if I can stay out," Frankie said to me after he missed another shot. I had thought he had already asked and his mom just said `no', but I guess not. I shot mine and it went in again. Their turn. Jon missed and Tina missed as well, a very rare occurrence. Frankie was still tending to his text messages with his mom, pleading to stay out. I doubt his mom would want him staying at my house, and I doubt he could pull off a good lie, so I didn't really get my hopes up about any possibilities.
"Your shot Frankie," I said as I handed him the ball. He shot and made his first cup. "YEAH! Finally!" he said as he told Tina to drink up. I laughed and shot mine and missed. The game continued and I asked Frankie what his mom said and he told me she hasn't replied yet. I thought that must mean `no' but was surprised when he got a text a minute later that said, "You can stay at Kyle's house, but be home early tomorrow. Good-night." He just showed me the text and smiled. I was jumping with joy inside but I just smiled to him and said, "I don't know if we can stay at my house, but we'll figure something out." He just shrugged his shoulders and shot again but missed. By now we were getting owned and we only had one cup left, which they hit on the next throw. Oh well, on to the next game. "Nice try Franklin," Tina said.
"Ha Ha, very funny," Frankie said as I directed him toward the next table which had flip cup games going. We got in the next one, which was a game with ten people on ten, full cup. This should be interesting, I'm not used to playing flip cup with a full cup, that's a lot for one game, but whatever, I have all night, I texted my mom that I wouldn't be coming home earlier, which made me think about what we were going to do as far as sleeping arrangements... I taught Frankie how to play and he quickly got the hang of it and he did a few practice flips before he joined me on my team of Chris, Dave, Jess, Kerri, Sam, Nicole, Devin, and some random bitch I didn't know but started flirting with Chris. I was anchor, meaning I was the last person in the line to chug his beer. If you don't know the game, it's a game of chugging a quarter cup of beer and then trying to flip it upside down to pass it to the next person on your team, who then has to repeat the process with his or her beer before the next one goes. First team to finish wins, pretty simple. The game commenced and I watched as me team quickly took the lead. It took a while since we were playing full cup and ten people but it got to Frankie soon enough since he was in the middle and he seemed to do well enough. He chugged it slowly but he flipped it perfectly on his first try. It got to me and I had plenty of time before their team would reach me so we won with ease. We played that two more times and I took note of Frankie's light heartedness and shifty feet. He seemed to be having fun now that he had lightened up with the help of booze and good people, but I knew he should have any more for a while. He asked if we could play one more game and I said fine, just one more. So we all filled our cup one more time and got in our placed around the table. I was feeling the effects of the beer quite clearly now and I felt this was a bit of a dumb move. But the game commenced anyway and as it got to Frankie I saw as he threw his cup to his face too quickly and spilled a lot of the beer all over his shirt and face. I laughed at him uncontrollably as he tried to continue drinking and flipping his cup which he finally managed after a couple tries. He left the table for a second, I assumed to relieve his bladder. When it got to me I threw the cup to my face but someone had kicked the back of my knee, which caused my leg to buckle and I spilled the beer all over my shirt and face. I looked behind me and I saw Frankie laughed hysterically as he looked at my soaked shirt. Half a beer had been emptied onto my shirt and it was soaking through and getting me very wet as I tried to hold it out in front of me off of my body to keep the cold liquid of off my chest. Frankie was soaked as well and I began to take my shirt off and stood there in just my blue ripped jeans and puma shoes. Tina whistled, mocking me as I tried to wring out my shirt over the table that was already covered in beer. I guess Frankie took that as an indication for him to do the same, so her removed his shirt, exposing his bare chest. I had seen this sight many times since he owns a pool and Pat and I would always be chilling by the pool and he would often be there with his friends swimming. He had a nice light tan, being just the beginning of spring, and he was showing some definition in his abs and pecs. The sports he constantly played kept him in shape for the most part. He hasn't started working out yet but he still has some muscles developing. He saw me staring at him and he flexed and did a few posses before he went back to the table. I just laughed and tried to put the idea of anything sexual out of my head.
We continued drinking for a while now, both of us with our shirts off. People gradually began to leave around one in the morning and by two or so most everyone had gone since the girl said her parents would be home early. It turns out no one but her close friends could stay over her house anyway, so now I really had to think about what I was doing for sleeping arrangements tonight. Fuck. Frankie was pretty freaking drunk now and I was still tipsy, so I didn't want to drive anywhere just yet, maybe in an hour or so. About thirty of us remained, including the three guys I came with and the five girls and then a bunch of Jess's friends. By two thirty she told us we all need to leave now, and that was not fucking good for me at all. I told Tina that I wouldn't be able to drive for a while and she said, "Its cool, I'll get a ride home with Dave, he hasn't been drinking for a while." I told her alright and asked if there was any room in the car. Unfortunately Dave had a four door but it was a little sports car and he was already taking five people home and he was over packed as is. Oh well, maybe someone else could drive me home.
"Chris, how you getting home?" I asked as I saw him head towards the cars. I am getting a ride with Dave. Jon drove, ask him." So I did, but he was doing Jess a favor by driving other people home. He told me he would come back for me but I said by then I would be fine to drive, I just had to wait it out a little. Fuck, this sucks, now I just gotta chill in this house for a half hour or more till I am okay to drive. All this thinking made me forget about Frankie completely. SHIT!
"Have you guys seen Frankie?" I asked Dave as he pulled away.
"Yeah, he is inside I think, he looks pretty drunk," Dave laughed as he said good luck. I went inside to find Frankie and I saw him sitting in the kitchen eating some popcorn he had made himself.
"There you are idiot," I said as I grabbed a handful of popcorn.
"So, how do we get home?" Frankie asked as he slung his still damp shirt over his shoulder.
"I don't know, but I think Jess wants us out of here," I said as I hoisted myself up onto the counter he was sitting on. Just then Jess came down and told us to get out. What a nice girl...
"Fine, but we're taking the popcorn!" Frankie said as we left her house and stood in the driveway. "Why don't we just take a walk and you can sober up," Frankie suggested as he began walking down the driveway and took a left at the street. I loved watching him walk in those loose sweatpants that he wore all the time. It wasn't the best clothing to check someone out in, but he looked really cute in them. I shrugged and followed him. I wasn't drunk anymore, but still a little tipsy. So we started walking making sure we didn't make any turns since we didn't know where we were that well. It was nice, just the two of us, talking, walking, chilling.
"So are you and Tina hooking up?" he asked me after a little while.
"No," I said, a little shocked by his change in conversation. "We used to, but now we are just really good friends." I told him, which was true. I like guys, but I still like girls, a lot. I love hooking up with girls, and Tina was by far the best, so I would always go back to her if she offered but my mind was set on someone else right now. "You seeing anyone?" I asked, not wanted to change the topic now that we were getting somewhere.
"Nah, I don't like any of the girls in my grade right now," he said as he just looked at the ground in front of him and kicked a pebble down the road.
"You can always look older," suggesting he find someone in a higher grade, seeing if he would catch some sort of hint. I wasn't meaning to hint at anything between him and I, but I wanted to see if he would go somewhere with it.
"I guess, but I don't know any older people, except you," he said, "and Pat's other friends." Well, that wasn't quite the response I wanted, but oh well.
"You had some girls looking at you tonight, especially when you took your shirt off," I said, trying to boost his self-esteem.
"Not as much as they were at you, and you were me..."
"What?" I said, confused by his sentence in my current state.
"I meant, they weren't looking at me as much as they were looking at your toned chest and pecs..." he began.
"Oh, haha, thanks," I started but was cut off.
"And none were looking at me as much as you were," he said as he continued to kick the pebble.
"Say what?"
"You heard me, frotch (that's fire and crotch combined as one word, which he often calls me)," he said, "don't act like you weren't looking at my sexy body!" He then did a few poses and flexed. Okay, he was being sarcastic, right? Was he? Fuck, I don't know.
"Well you were just complimenting my body, so clearly you were checking me out," I said.
"Well, maybe a little, I mean, you do have a really toned body, like really nice..." he said getting a little ahead of himself and then shutting up. There was a little silence and then I turned around and he followed.
"I think I can drive now." He just followed right beside me and we walked the twenty-minute walk back to the car. "So, I really have no idea where we are going to sleep tonight..."
"Haha!" he laughed as he looked at me, "you're serious? What the hell? Where are we going to sleep?" He was a little scared it seemed. I just laughed at his reaction.
"We'll have to think of something, I guess."
"Hmm, what about a friends house?" he suggested. I wanted it to be just the two of us, so I said, "They are probably dead asleep by now..."
"Well," he continued, "what about the park?" Now theirs an idea! I hadn't thought of that one.
"Yeah, I guess we could just sleep in the park where no one would be. I don't want to get woken up at like 7 in the morning by some random jogger though." I said as we reached the car.
"True, we'll just have to find a secluded place," he said with a little smile on his face. What was he thinking? Hopefully naughty thoughts. Of us. Hopefully.
We got to the car and he jumped into the passenger seat and we took off on the twenty-minute ride back to our town. My sac was itching me so I adjusted it and just played with my dick a little and then went back to driving. I guess booze has the same effects as weed does on me. Or maybe I am just always horny. Apparently Frankie had noticed an he piped up, "Stop playing with yourself, I don't want to die tonight cuz you weren't paying attention to the road because you were to busy jacking off," he said looking at my crotch.
"Well, then how bout you jack me off and I concentrate on driving," I said, testing him.
"How bout I don't and I just jack myself off because I am not driving!" he said as he began to play with himself through his sweatpants. I was totally fine with that! "No, you would just watch me instead of the road and then we'll crash anyway," he said as he continued rubbing himself and laughed. I looked over and noticed some movement going on in his pants, possibly some lengthening of a certain organ. "Fuck, I didn't mean to do that!" he said as he continued playing with his growing penis.
"Looks like you are boning up," I said as I admired his crotch.
"I didn't meant to get a boner, but now that I have one I can't leave it alone," he said sadly, "now what do it do! I'm so horny and this feels so goooooood!" It looks like it does; I practically licked my lips just watching him. He looked and saw me staring on occasion as I tried to concentrate on the road. "Its not polite to stare," he said as he continued to rub his dick through his sweatpants, which was now clearly evident and looked like it was a good size, too. That, of course, gave me a boner and made it that much harder to drive.
"I wasn't staring," I said as I took another glance at his prominent boner, "I am just occasionally looking."
"Oh, well that's fine," he said with a smile. Jesus, Frankie is making me so hot and I can't think straight. Here I am driving with my shirt off at three in the morning, tipsy, with a half naked beauty sitting next to me playing with his dick through his pants! And boy was he cute. He had short, messy brown hair that fell over his big brown eyes that matched perfectly. Lastly, his mischievous bright white smile, his most notorious attribute, topped him off. I just wanted to reach over and stroke his boyhood but I wasn't sure what he would do. I continued driving and he continued playing with himself, randomly moaning when he would do something extra nice for himself. "Just get to the park already!" he said as he picked up his pace on his dick.
"Holy shit dude," I said as I watching him pump his boner through his sweats, "are you seriously jacking off?" I though he was just playing with himself, I didn't know he was actually jacking off!
"Yeah dude," he said through ragged breaths, "I am so fucking horny and my dick is so fucking hard!"
"We still got a little ways before we get there, so save it!"
"FUCK!" he said as he reluctantly let go of his dick. "Well at least I am not the only one with a boner!" I glanced down at my jeans and noticed my dick was clearly visible as it stretched down my leg and poked my pants up at the end where it was trying desperately to get out. And then I almost crashed because I jump in my seat and jerked the wheel because I got the surprise of a lifetime.
"HOLY SHIT!" I gasped as I felt Frankie squeeze my dick head just once with his left hand as his right squeezed his own a couple of times.
"Just checkin to make sure I wasn't the only one in this situation," he said as that mischievous grin spread across his face again. I regained control of the car and speed up way beyond the speed limit. Now I really wanted to get to the park to relieve some pressure, too!
"And what's the verdict," I asked after I adjusted my dick and looked at him.
"Seems like we're in the same boat." I could smell the booze on his breath as he smiled again.
"Actually, I think I am losing it..." I said, hoping he would check.
"Really?" he asked as he reached out again and tugged it. FUCK! That feels so fucking good! "I think it's still pretty hard," he said as he gave it another squeeze.
"It goes down pretty quickly, so give it a second and it will be gone, and then you'll be all alone in your situation." No way in hell does my boner ever go down quickly, but maybe he will feel obligated to keep it hard... I hope.
"Not on my watch!" he said as he reached over the armrest and put his hand back on my crotch and rubbed my dick. His warm naked arm brushed against my bare chest and electric shocks went through my body.
"God damn, Frankie, that feels amazing!" He didn't say anything; he just kept squeezing my dick head, not quite jacking me off, but sure as hell not letting my boner deflate. Another five minutes passed and I pulled into the parking lot of our park. My Frankie's street accesses the back entrance to the park so in the morning it would be really easy for us to get out of here if he needed to be home early. I park the car and Frankie doesn't stop groping my crotch, feeling everything he can in my baggy jeans as I just moan and try to pull his hand away and motion him to get out of the car. I was surprised I didn't already blow a load in my pants on the drive over! I went to the trunk and took out a blanket that's always there for when my mom watches my soccer games in the cool fall weather. We began walking into the park and with every other step Frankie would reach over and squeeze my cock head.
"Frankie, please, wait until I at least can lie down or something, you are making it so hard for me to walk," I pleaded as I tried to walk further with my boner pushing against my jeans in a most painful way.
"Hahaha, sorry," he said as he reached out one more time and squeezed me. "It's so funny, every time I do that it twitched and moves!" No shit, I thought, it's a dick. "I am sure yours does too," I said as I reached over for his dick but he slapped my hand away. Huh, don't get that, but whatever, maybe later he'll lighten up.
We walked further into the woods along the paths that were made for the joggers until we strayed from the path and found a clearing a little ways off. I cleared the area of as many sticks and twigs as I could. Frankie didn't help at all; he just watched me and played with his still hard dick. I began to shed some of my clothes so I was just standing in my boxers and shoes and socks and I made a pillow on the ground with my clothes and then I spread the blanket out. I laid down on the ground and looked up at the sky as Frankie can into my field of view and looked down at me. I reached a hand up and cupped his balls that were still confined in his sweatpants. He released his dick and let his hands drop to his sides as I continued to manipulate his sac and testicles around in their cotton prison. He dropped to his knees in front of me on the blanket and I began stroking his dick head, teasing the piss slit with my finger. He was moaning like crazy, bucking his hips into my hand, thrusting with all he had.
"Oh fuck," he moaning as I squeezed his dick and pulled his sac down and away from his dick, straining them and eliciting a gasp from Frankie. "Keep it up, keep jacking me off, Kyle."
That was all I needed to hear. I began to jack him off furiously through his sweatpants until he was panting and his eyes began to roll back into his head. His dick was so hot that my hands were beginning to burn as I rubbed under is cock head and continued to tug at his sac. His moaning got louder and he bucked his hips on last time before his mouth just dropped open and he squirmed in my hands and shook all over and his cum drenched my hands through his boxers and pants. He trusted three more times into my hands, each time making a bigger wet mark on his pants and more cum soaking my hands. He let out one more gasp and fell on top of me, eyes still closed, shirt still off, pants soaked, breathing heavy, and fell asleep. I pulled my hands out from under him and positioned himself in a more comfortable position for both of us. I brought my still soaked hands and rubbed the cum off of them on his naked torso and put the remainder in my mouth, tasting my precious boy. And boy did he taste precious. With that I dozed off as well as my stomach would rise and fall along with the cute little boys head that was resting on it.
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