Chapter 33 - Fifty Shades of Vanilla

Before Anastasia fell into my office and into my life, I’d meticulously plan out what scene I wanted to play to relax and unwind with my latest sub in my playroom each weekend. I’d always take into account my subs preferences in line with their hard and soft limits, but basically I’d always plan things out purely for my own pleasure.

But now that Anastasia has given me another chance with her, I’ve spent some time considering how we can both enjoy our sexual relationship, how we can mutually please each other.

She admitted that she likes kinky fuckery, so I’ve been thinking what that means in terms of how far I can push things with her. There’s no way I'm risking doing anything that could upset her in any way, but I think I’ve come up with several ideas that could be termed as kinky vanilla. I think she will like this and I know I will, especially as they’re things I've never actually done with anyone before. I like the idea that we are venturing into new territory together.

So, I have a very special dessert in mind to follow the tasty stir fry chicken and noodles that Anastasia seemed to effortlessly throw together. She sure can cook, and it’s been relaxing sitting here on a furry rug on the floor, eating and talking together. We both had very healthy appetites after our great first reunion fuck. 

But now I'm definitely hungry for more, and I'm not talking food here, so when she says we have ice cream - vanilla ice cream - for dessert, I know what I want to try with her, seeing as I didn’t think to bring the silver balls with me, which she’s already asked about tonight. 

She seems really keen on them. Shame, it would have been my pleasure to give her another erotic spanking, but that will have to wait for another time, when I'm confident that she can handle it.

First off, I check that she’s fine with me staying at her place. I really want to spend the night with her, because I've missed sleeping with her and waking up next to her so much. She seems surprised that I'm asking, but I don’t want to seem presumptuous, and anyhow it’s basic good manners. 

Once she's agreed, I go find the freezer and take out the carton of Ben & Jerry’s finest vanilla she says is our dessert.

“This will do just fine. Ben & Jerry’s & Ana.”

As I spell it out to her, I see her jaw drop as she realizes what I'm suggesting.  She’s shocked, but aroused – I think, I hope so anyway. This is going to be so much fun. Vanilla kink of the finest sort. I’m realizing that vanilla sure as hell doesn’t have to be boring, if you just use a little imagination. And I have a great imagination.

We head for the bedroom, and I prepare the bed for some messy, sticky fucking. The sheets can easily be changed afterwards, that’s no big deal.

“Don’t mess with my balloon,” Ana warns me as I move it out of its special place under her pillow, which makes me smile fondly at how sentimental she is. I love that she’s still holding onto a deflated Charlie Tango, just because I gave it to her. That’s really sweet. Like her. She’s really sweet.

She doesn’t raise any objections when I tell her I want to tie her up, in fact I can see she’s turned on by it, which naturally thrills me. I fucking love this kinky side of her, and I’m looking forward to developing and encouraging it. Very promising.

“Just your hands. To the bed. I need you still,” I reassure her.  She has to trust me. This is crucial after everything that happened before.

“Okay,” she whispers, her eyes open wide in anticipation, as I slowly pull the sash of her robe undone and then remove it. So now she’s standing gloriously naked in front of me.

 I stroke her face and gently kiss her mouth to try and relax her, then I get her to lie on the bed.

“I could look at you all day, Anastasia” I whisper, as I gaze at her in the soft muted light. She needs to hear just how amazingly beautiful she is, as she never seems to realize it. She should be confident and proud about her gorgeous body, instead of being shy and reluctant about showing herself to me, although I do find her shyness endearing.

I straddle her on the bed and instruct her to put her arms above her head, so I can tie the sash from her robe around her wrists, and secure them to the metal bed head. I make sure her arms are held nice and tight, so there is no chance of her wriggling free, as she might be tempted to do with what I have in mind. I like her like this very much. Fucking love her like this, don’t you Grey? 

Now I don’t have to worry that she might freak me out by touching me.  I'm back in control, despite not being in my playroom. I pull Ana down the bed, so her arms are stretched right out. Now she can’t move at all. Even better. Perfect.

I quickly undress, get the ice cream and then straddle Ana on the bed again. She looks up at me nervously, still not quite sure what I intend to do to her.  I take things nice and slow. Anticipation. Always build up the anticipation to heighten the sensations.

I take a spoonful of the ice cream in my mouth, and slowly let it melt as I lick my lips.

“Delicious. Amazing how good plain old vanilla can taste. Want some?”

She nods shyly, so I scoop out another spoonful, and offer it to her as she opens her mouth, but I'm only teasing, as I pop it into my own mouth instead. The indignation on her face is a picture, as she protests at my deception.

“Why, Miss Steele, do you like your vanilla?”

“Yes,” she says forcefully, and then tries to buck me off, but of course she’s unsuccessful. I love that she’s fighting back, and I love that it’s pointless. I fucking love having her restrained like this.

“Getting feisty, are we? I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You are only turning me on even more here, big time. It’s a great game.

“Ice cream,” she begs. I like her begging.

“Well, as you’ve pleased me so much today, Miss Steele.”

I feed her a spoonful of ice cream, and then another. This is good, I enjoy feeding her like this. I like seeing food pass her lips.

“Hmm, well, this is one way to ensure you eat – force-feed you. I could get used to this.” Tie her up three times a day to ensure she eats proper meals – you’d fucking love to do that, wouldn’t you, Grey?

She refuses the next spoonful, so I let it melt and then drip it onto her throat and her chest. Next comes the best bit. I slowly lick it off her.

“Mmm. Tastes even better off you, Miss Steele.”

As I expected, Ana finds it impossible to keep still while I do this, so she starts struggling and pulling on her restraints. But it’s no good, she can’t get away, I've made sure of that. All the more fun for me though. I find I don’t mind some resistance; it’s arousing, because it makes me feel even more  empowered. 

Resistance is futile. You must comply. The Borg. My dad was a Star Trek fan. A secret Trekkie. He keeps that quiet though. I don't blame him. 

I take another spoonful and this time I let it dribble onto her breasts. I spread it round with the back of the spoon, and the chill makes her nipples peak and harden.

I bend down to lick and suck all the ice cream, as it starts to melt and run down her sides onto the sheet. My mouth and tongue warm her cold nipples, as I slowly suckle the creamy ice cream from her breasts. Mmm, delicious. This is so erotic. Hot and cold, all at the same time.

Then I kiss her mouth, my tongue mingling with hers to share the taste of the ice cream.

Next, I trail a spoonful of ice cream down the center of her body, across her stomach and down into her navel, where I put a large dollop of the cold substance.

“You’re going to have to stay still, or there will be ice-cream all over the bed,” I warn her, knowing she will find it impossible.

I kiss each of her breasts, sucking her nipples hard, and then work my way down her body following the trail of ice cream. As I suck the ice cream from her belly, she is moaning and her hips are jerking up because she is so aroused.  I carry on, trailing the ice cream all the way down to her sweet spot, which makes her cry out in shock.

“Hush now,” I whisper, as I start sucking and licking the ice cream from her clitoris, lapping rhythmically in a relentless soft pressure to bring her close to the edge of her release, before I slip one finger inside and expertly stroke her second sweet place, the G spot just inside her front wall. 

I lick and suck and stroke and rub, knowing all this stimulation will bring her to a mind blowing orgasm. And I quickly succeed.

She writhes and groans as her orgasm hits, and as she rides the waves, I quickly slip on a condom and then slam hard into her so we can mutually enjoy her pleasure.

We’re sticky and slippery as our bodies join together, which feels weird, but in a good way. But I want more. So I pull out, and turn Ana over onto her front, so that we can try another vanilla variation. I want us to fuck every possible vanilla way, try every variation known to man and then some. Inventive and imaginative – two useful attributes of yours, Grey.

I release her hands, and then bring her back towards me to ease her down on my length, so now she’s sitting on me, her back to my front. This way I get to play with her breasts and tease her nipples, at the same time as I fill her with my cock by flexing my hips up into her. And she can’t touch you like this.

“This way… oh yes…” I murmur.

This is so fucking good. I nuzzle and bite her neck as she throws her head back against me, moaning with pleasure.

We are so good together. So fucking good. Fucking has never been like this with anyone before. Being with Anastasia takes everything to a new, higher level. It’s amazing. She’s amazing. She’s wonderful. She is everything to me.

“Do you know how much you mean to me” I whisper into her ear. Does she have any idea at all that she is now my whole world?

“No,” she gasps back.

She still has no idea of how precious she is to me? I hold her jaw and throat tightly to emphasize my words.

“Yes, you do. I’m not going to let you go.”  Ever. You belong to me.  Forever and always.

Fucking her this way feels so good that I can’t hold back any longer. I pick up the pace, flexing my hips to grind into her harder and faster because her silky walls are rubbing, and gripping and squeezing at my cock in such a fucking hot way.

“You are mine, Anastasia.”

“Yes, yours,” she moans, as she leans her head back against me.

“I take care of what’s mine,” I tell her, as I nip her sweet little ear, and she cries out. No other man is ever going to touch her or take her. I will protect what is mine, always.

“That’s right, baby, I want to hear you.” Scream as you come for me, baby.

I put my arm around her waist and grip her so I can get my cock in even deeper. I need to get every last little bit of my length all the way in to totally and utterly fill her.  She is entrapped, helpless in my arms to do anything but take everything I’m giving her, and she cries out again at the fullness of my possession. We are made for each other. We are a perfect fit.

“Come on, baby,” I growl at her through gritted teeth, and with a final hard thrust from me, we both fly over the edge. She screams out as I release deep within her, feeling her orgasm tightening in waves around me, as we ride it out together.

Slowly, we come down from our high, and just lie there together, as I bury my nose in her intoxicating hair. We are both a sticky mess, as are the sheets. But it’s a good mess.

“What I feel for you frightens me,” she quietly confesses in a little whisper, her words taking me by surprise.

That’s exactly how I feel. She feels the same as me. We have the same fear. We both feel vulnerable. This is a revelation for me.

“Me too, baby,” I whisper back. It’s good to know she feels like this too, even if I don’t understand and find it really confusing.

“What if you leave me?” She’s echoing my thoughts and fears. Turns out we’re on exactly the same page of the same book. Don’t you understand, baby – that’s never going to happen?

“I’m not going anywhere. I don’t think I could ever have my fill of you, Anastasia.”

She smiles and kisses me, as I gently tuck a wisp of hair behind her ear.

“I’ve never felt the way I felt when you left. I would move heaven and earth to avoid feeling like that again.”  I was a broken man when you left. Now you’ve mended me, but I don’t think I could survive that again. If there was a next time, I couldn’t go on any more.

She kisses me again, and looks so sad and concerned, that I decide to quickly change the subject, to lighten the mood.

“Will you come with me to my father’s summer party tomorrow? It’s an annual charity thing. I said I’d go.” 

Mia will never forgive me if I don’t bring Ana. She’s already done the seating plan and has us sitting at the same table as her, and she’s organized the special fancy masks for both of us. She loves doing all that kind of thing, and I have to admit that my little sister does have very good taste in these matters. 

Ana smiles at me shyly. “Of course I’ll come.”  But then her face falls.

“What?” You don’t really want to come, is that it?

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.” I need to know.

“I have nothing to wear.” Is that all? 

That’s easily fixed, there’s a whole wardrobe of clothes I bought for her as my submissive. Shit, she probably won’t like being reminded of that, especially as she never likes me buying her things anyway. But it’s the logical solution. I’ll give it a shot.

“Don’t be mad, but I still have all those clothes for you at home. I am sure there are a couple of dresses in there.”

“Do you, now?” she mutters somewhat sardonically. 

Does she think I was assuming she’d come back to me?  Does she dislike the fact that they were bought for her as my submissive. Fucked if I know. But I really don’t want to argue with her. They are just clothes, for crying out loud. Very nice clothes, actually, that she would look stunning in, if she could just swallow her pride or whatever it is that is standing in the way of her accepting the clothes graciously.

But then she smiles sweetly at me, and I'm guessing she’s not in the mood to argue either.

“We’ll see about the clothes later. Maybe I’ve already got something that will do,” she says. I seriously doubt that, remembering the dreadful unflattering crap she was wearing the first time we met at my office when she came to interview me. 

“For now, I’m going to take a shower. Why don’t you have a listen to this while I’m gone – it’s the first track of a playlist I'm putting together for you to return the favor – songs that say it for me.”

She leans over to tenderly kiss me and stroke my cheek, as she gazes into my eyes for a moment, seeming to search for something.

“Listen carefully to the words,” she whispers, before she leaps up, grabs her robe and heads for the bathroom.

I slowly smile to myself as I lie back on the bed, and listen to the track. It’s called ‘Redemption’ by The Strange Familiar. It seems that sweet and innocent Miss Steele believes I have a good heart and a good soul. How little she knows about you, Grey.

~~~

I’m woken by the sound of terrified screaming, and for once it’s not me. It’s Anastasia.

“Jesus, Ana!” I gently shake her, trying to get her to wake up. She gradually comes round, sweating, shaking and confused. I know exactly how she feels; I’ve been in that disorientated state myself countless times.

“Baby, are you okay? You were having a bad dream.”

What on earth has got her in this state? Seems I'm not the only one with night time demons. I switch on the bed side lamp and examine her face carefully for clues.

“The girl,” she whispers, not making much sense.

“What is it? What girl?” I gently probe, trying to calm her down.

“There was a girl outside SIP when I left this evening. She looked like me…but not really.”

FUCKING HELL. Leila. It has to be. What the fuck was she doing talking to Ana? How does she even know about her? How did she find her? I've suspected all along that her actions were somehow brought about by the fact that I'm in a different type of relationship with Ana than any of my previous fifteen subs. Leila wanted more, but I wasn't interested and turned her down out of hand. 

She always was a nosy and devious young woman - we still haven't figured out how she managed to bypass all the security measures to get into my apartment, although Taylor suspects something to do with the service elevator or possibly the fire escape. He's still investigating, and I know he's giving it his top priority, because naturally he's very concerned about Gail's safety when she's there on her own, as I am.

So maybe Leila saw that picture of Ana and me in the newspaper, together at the graduation ceremony, and that triggered some sort of a reaction in her, because she would have understood its significance. She would have taken it as a clear indication, a public announcement, that I'm giving Ana More. 

I don’t want an unbalanced Leila anywhere near Ana. 

“When was this?”

“When I left this afternoon. Do you know who she is?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

I really wish I didn’t have to tell her any of this, but I know she’s going to want to know more details. What a fucking nightmare.

“Who?” Ana presses me for an answer.

“It’s Leila.”

“The girl who put ‘Toxic’ on your iPod?”

“Yes. Did she say anything?”

“She said, ‘what do you have that I don’t have?’ and when I asked who she was, she said, ‘nobody.’ ”

 Fuck. I was right. This has everything to do with Ana. As I suspected, Leila wants to know why I'm giving Ana more, when I wouldn’t with her. I wanted to keep Ana out of this, to protect her so she didn’t get caught up in any of the sick baggage that I carry around with me, but it’s not going to be possible now is it? 

Already it’s giving her nightmares. Leila is ill; I want to help her, but she keeps running off before we can get to her. What game is she playing? I can’t take any risks.  This has to be sorted without delay.

I get out of bed, pull on my jeans and grab my cell. I don’t hesitate, even though it’s only just gone five in the morning. My security staff are on call 24/7. 

I ring Welch and fill him in on what’s happened. He’s instantly awake and alert when he realizes the seriousness of what potentially could have happened when Leila accosted Ana. It’s fucking typical that I’d only just called off the surveillance on Ana, and fucking typical that she didn’t tell me before, when the first new lead we’ve had on Leila would still have been fresh. At least we know now that she hasn’t left Seattle, as we thought she might have done.

Ana follows me out into the main room of the apartment, wearing just my white shirt from yesterday. Despite everything, I can’t help noticing that she looks hot – she has really great legs.

“What time exactly?” I ask her. Welch wants more precise details, so he can pinpoint where to look on any CCTV footage he can get access to.

“About ten to six?” she mumbles. Shit, I’d only just walked into Fifties myself at that time. Could Leila possibly have been following me and then seen Ana by some strange twist of fate? The stalker is himself stalked? 

Or had she somehow tracked down Ana’s work place, and was there waiting for her to leave at the end of the day? Either scenario is pretty creepy.

“Find out how…”

“How she tracked down Miss Steele? Yes, I’m working on that as we speak, sir.” I can hear him furiously tapping away on his keyboard. I think he feels his professional reputation is on the line. “From your personal experience of Miss Williams, would you say she poses a threat to Miss Steele? Could she turn violent against her?”

“I wouldn’t have said so, but then I wouldn’t have thought she could do this.”

“Then we have no option. Miss Steele will have to have a close protection officer assigned to her at all times when she goes out. The covert operatives cannot give her the level of protection this situation calls for.”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I know Welch is right, but how the fuck is Anastasia going to take having her privacy and independence curtailed in this way? She’s going to hate it, I just know she is, and will probably majorly kick off.

“I don’t know how that will go down.”

“Can’t guarantee her safety any other way I'm afraid, Mr. Grey. You’ll have to convince her.”

“Yes, I’ll talk to her.”

“Just until we locate Miss Williams, sir. Hopefully now we’ve had a recent sighting of her here in Seattle, we’ll be able to track her down and bring her in. It's the only way.”

“Yes, I know. Follow it up and let me know. Just find her, Welch – she’s in trouble. Find her.”

I finish the call to see Ana looking at me questioningly, so I know she wants more information. What the fuck do I tell her?

“Do you want some tea?” she asks, as she heads into the kitchen.

I could try distracting her. She does look really hot and sexy wearing just my shirt…

“Actually, I’d like to go back to bed,” I suggest with a wicked smile, hoping to win her over for some sex instead of an interrogation.

Not a chance in hell. No way is Miss Steele going to allow herself to be sidetracked by sex. She’s trying to act as if she’s not worried, but I can tell she’s pretty anxious. 

All I want is to shield her from all this shit, so I don’t want her to be burdened with any of the gory details. I am dealing with the situation, so she really doesn’t need to know any more than she already does. It will only serve to worry her unnecessarily, and I don’t want that. 

But I'm kidding myself if I think Ana is going to just meekly accept the situation. I try to evade her questions, but she won’t let me. She gets right to the heart of the matter.

“She found me and accosted me outside my office. How does she know about me? How does she know where I work? I think I have a right to know what’s going on.” 

Blast her inquiring and intelligent mind. If Ana was your unquestioning, obedient submissive this would be so much easier, wouldn’t it, Grey? Having regrets already?

“Please?” Ana asks again. I heave a big sigh as I resign myself to fessing up. None of this is her fault. She deserves to know the truth and all I can do is lay it out for her as best I can, hopefully without scaring her off. My sordid past has come back to bite me on the ass, big time.

So I reluctantly fill her in with what happened with Leila and Gail in the apartment, why I had to curtail my visit to Georgia to come back and deal with the situation. Ana won’t let me gloss over any of the details, and quickly works out that this whole sorry mess probably has something to do with my new relationship with her. 

She must have noticed that she and Leila look similar, so she’ll have worked out that I have a thing about pale skinned, brunette girls. You’d better hope she doesn’t work out the rest, Grey. Because you’re screwed if she has the least suspicion of how truly twisted and perverted you are, what your ‘thing’ with brown haired little girls really is.

“Why didn’t you tell me yesterday?” I ask, not wanting to sound as if I’m accusing her or that I'm angry. It’s not her fault, she didn’t know the significance of the encounter. But fuck me, it’s so frustrating, because it would have been so much better if the security detail had been there to pick Leila up, or we’d at least had the Intel sooner to follow up. The trail is pretty cold now.

“I forgot about her,” she shrugs. I wish I could forget about Leila, but I have to ensure she gets the care she needs. I was her Dom; it’s what I must do for her. 

“You know, drinks after work, at the end of my first week. You turning up at the bar and your… testosterone rush with Jack, and then when we were here. It slipped my mind. You have a habit of making me forget things.”

“Testosterone rush?” Is that what you call it? Putting that asshole Hyde in his place?

“Yes. The pissing contest.”

“I’ll show you a testosterone rush.” I know she has nothing on under my shirt that she threw on, and the thought of her divine body beneath it has me hard for her in an instant. 

Enough with the talking. I want her. Again. Right now.

“Wouldn’t you rather have a cup of tea?” Now she's trying some distraction techniques of her own. Excuse me? Tea instead of sex with you? Seriously Anastasia?

“No, Anastasia, I wouldn’t. Forget about her.” Just shut up, and prepare yourself for a damn good fucking, woman.

Catching glimpses of Ana's lush body barely covered has made me very impatient for her.  I need to relieve my tension, and I need her now.  So, as I lean down to kiss her, I scoop her up and sit her on the kitchen worktop, forcing myself between her legs.

“Oh baby, there are so many ways I want to take you,” I murmur as I urgently kiss and nip her neck, quickly dispensing with the shirt to continue down to her breasts. 

She moans and throws her head back to grant me better access, as she runs her fingers through my hair, clasping me to her as I lick and bite her nipples. She tastes delicious.

“Christian, you are insatiable,” she murmurs.

“Always with you, Anastasia. I can never get enough of you. It’s what you do to me; you entice me and bewitch me.”

I back away from her just long enough to undo my jeans so my cock springs free. I get the condom from my pocket, rip the packet open and quickly sheath up. I urgently need to bury myself in her, now.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” I whisper, as I gently suck her ear lobe. I can't seem to resist her ears, they are so soft and sweet. Just like the rest of her. She's soft and sweet all over. You can't resist anything about her, can you Grey?

“I'm always ready for you, Christian,” she replies, in that sexy, husky fuck me voice she has when she’s aroused. I look into her eyes, and see they're shining with sensual promise, their blue depths sparkling an even more intense shade of blue than usual. She has such amazing eyes, I could get lost in them forever.

I grab hold of her hips and pull her to the edge of the work top, where she’s at exactly the right height for me to immediately ease into her. She groans with pleasure, as she wraps her legs around me and clings to my neck. 

She wasn’t lying – her soft folds are already fantastically wet and welcoming. I feel her expanding around me as I slide in, and she feels like velvet, encasing my length and sucking me in deeper. I pull out and push in again, savoring every little sensation, every rub and stroke of her exquisite tightness caressing my cock.

I’m swamped by sensation; Ana’s sweet, sexy scent; the sound of her moaning with pure pleasure; the feel of her legs tightening around me to bind me to her, and pull me in deeper.

All our worries disappear. Nothing else matters, just us.  We’ve become one entity, melded together in our intense shared pleasure, moving together to heighten the sensations that we willingly give each other. We breathe together, moan together, touching and caressing, words superfluous between us because we are so in tune. She is meant for you. You are meant for her. She is like no other for you.

I don’t hold back. Our combined need keeps me relentlessly pushing and thrusting into her, harder and deeper to get us both to the edge of our release.

“Come for me, baby,” I urge, before I finally explode into her as she convulses around me. My release is so intense, I see stars as I cry out her name.

How can it be like this, so fucking amazing every time? I’ve always loved sex, it’s pretty much always been great, but this is beyond that. What happens between Anastasia and me is something beyond just great sex. I can’t explain it, I don’t understand it, but that’s the truth of it.

Now I slowly withdraw from her, then help her down from the kitchen worktop, holding her to me and gently kissing the top of her head.

“That was so much more pleasurable than a cup of tea, wouldn’t you agree, Miss Steele?”

“Yes, Mr. Grey, I have to agree that in this instance you were correct. Sex with you definitely wins out over a cup of tea. But I’m warning you, don’t be under any illusions; don’t think you have succeeded in anything other than a momentary distraction here. As I said, I have a right to know everything that’s going on with you and this ex sub of yours, this Leila.”

With that, she smiles sweetly at me, and moves away, busying herself making a fresh cup of tea, as the first one she made has gone cold while we were otherwise occupied.

I scowl at her, then head off to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. 

No matter what she says, I don’t want to contaminate sweet, unspoiled Ana by involving her with all the details of my sordid previous existence. She only needs to know enough to ensure she will agree to the CPO that is going to be necessary for her safety until Leila is apprehended. 

Please God she is found soon to get her the help she needs, for everyone’s sake, and that all this will not give Ana second thoughts about granting me my redemption.

Ana’s choice: ‘Redemption’ by The Strange Familiar

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7qCFQ4sqBU

The night is slowly closing
But my eyes are slowly opened
And I see that somewhere in you

There is a good heart
There is a good soul

For everyone lost in the silence
For every one missing piece

For every will that is broken
No matter how dark it may be
There is redemption

I feel the threat of thunder

But this rain can't last forever
The light chases the dark
Where there's a good heart
There is a good soul

For everyone lost in the silence
For every one missing piece
For every will that is broken
No matter how dark it may be

There is redemption
There is redemption

For everyone lost in the silence
There is redemption

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