Follow Up Story


by Mcartuche <Mcartuche@yahoo.com>

One warm summer afternoon, my best friend Jimmy, who had been my friend since early grade school, invited me to his house for an afternoon of fun and adventure. We sometimes would toss a baseball in his driveway, hopelessly imitating one of our favorite sports heroes, trying to master a new technique or improve what we already could do. Occasionally, his dad would join us and give us a real work out, hitting balls for us to catch, or pitching fast balls for us to try to knock out of the ballpark.

Jimmy's dad was a real athlete. Very tall and lean, with dark hair touched around the edges with a little grey. He had long legs and could run pretty fast for an old guy! I used to admire the strength he showed as he would throw the ball across the plate, as I heard it sail past with a soft whistle. Sometimes when we were running bases, Mr. B would tackel one of us in an attempt to stop us from making the run, and when it was me, I could always smell the musky odor of his sweat soaked shirt, and thought about what a real man he was.

There were times when Jimmy and I would get a little carried away, either swinging the bat too close to a car, or the house, or throwing the ball a bit recklessly almost hitting a passing car or person, and if Mr. B was around, he would snap like a twig and yell at us to watch it or be careful. When I heard the boom of his voice, I could tell he meant business. Mr. B was someone who didnt like to put up with foolishness or irresponsibility and when he said something, we listened.

Once, a few years back when Jimmy and I were 11 or 12 years old, Mr. B had caught the two of us wandering around the streets downtown while he was on his way home from work. He took us home, and once we were there, gave us a lecture about going where we knew we were not supposd to go, and then dished out some dicipline which I had never experienced before. In front of my best friend, Mr. B took me across his knee, first taking my pants down like a little baby, and spanked my butt untill I cried and begged him to stop. Right before that I was made to watch as he took Jimmy across his knee and gave him a real hard spanking as well. That experience was one I never wanted to re live, and we had made sure over the course of time to stay clear of Jimmys dad, and more recently, to be careful not to get caught doing anything that we thought would get us into trouble again.

Until this afternoon.....

Jimmy and I were in the driveway tossing the baseball to one another. It was a real warm day, and we were both in shorts and tee shirts. We had been having a contest to see who could catch the most number of balls and it seemed as if each of us were trying to out throw the other into a difficult position in order to make the catch harder. A few times the ball got away, and landed on the roof of the car which was parked in the driveway, and a few times the ball would go bouncing out in the street causing a passing car to swerve to avoid getting hit. We were laughing and running around, not thinking about what we were doing when all of the sudden, a ball that I threw came landing on the hood of Mr. B's car, and left a dent the size of a pumpkin.

All of the sudden our mood shifted. We immediatly knew we would have to come up with something good to get out of this one. We both looked at each other, and all I could think of was the way Jimmys father had spanked us only a few years ago. I had received the worst of it, because I had been caught lying that my father said it was o. k. for me to be downtown. Mr. B had checked my story and gotten permission from my father to take care of the situation, and I was the one who had to get the spanking in front of my buddy with my pants down. How humiliating I remember that was, not to mention how uncomfortable I was sitting down over the next few days. Mr. B gave me my first spanking and it was one I would never forget.

Jimmy and I talked about what to do, and I told him I bet if we told the truth about what happened, his father would be mad, but would'nt punish us too badly. After all, we were 14 years old; too old to be treated like babies, so we assumed he might give us a lecture, and maybe keep us apart for a while. We decided to get it over with, so into the house we went, and found his dad out on the back porch reading the paper. He was dressed casually, wearing a pair of khaki shorts with a polo shirt, no socks and dark loafers. When we approached, he looked up and cheerfully asked if we wanted to go on an errand with him. We immediatly thought about his car and the dent on the hood, and decided we had better tell him what happened.

"There's something we have to tell you Dad" Jimmy said as he looked over at me. I could tell he was scared by the way his voice was shaking. "What is it, son?" he replied closing the paper and folding it neatly on his lap. I felt like it was my turn to speak up, so I said "we were out front throwing the ball around, and I missed catching one, and it landed on the car in the driveway". He looked at Jimmy, and then at me, and I could tell he was beginning to get mad. "What happened?" he asked. "The ball landed on the hood of your car, and left a dent" I said.

I could see the anger raising in his face, and he quickly got up and said "lets go take a look at what you're talking about". He said, as he headed to the door. We walked through the house, and out to the car in the driveway, As Mr. B stood looking at the damage to his car, he shook his head, and just stared at the dent. "I thought the two of you were more responsible" he finally said. I could hear disappointment in his voice, but I could also hear the anger as well. "How many times have I told you both that if you're going to play ball near the house, you have to be careful. Look at what you have done. This is going to cost a fortune to get fixed, and its going to cause a real inconvenience for me as well".

"Sorry Mr. B " I said, "We were trying to be careful but the ball just got away"

"There's going to be some real trouble for this one boys" he said. I was sure I caught a slight smirk on his face as he looked over at me. "Why dont you both go up to Jimmys room and give me a while to cool down while I think about what I'm going to do. I dont want to hear a sound coming from up there. As a matter of fact, I want each of you to stand in a corner and think about how many times I have told you to be careful. I'll be up in a few minutes".

Jimmy and I quickly moved through the door and up the stairs of the quiet house. We reached his bedroom which had two beds in the corner, each having big cushions making them almost like sofas. We silently looked at one another and each took a corner, facing in and not saying a word. I could tell Jimmy was scared. His father strongly believed in dicipline, and Jimmy had suffered many times from the rath his father could bring, especially the spankings which I heard about at school the day after when his butt was still stinging like a bee sting. We stood there silently, anticipating something bad, but not knowing what was coming next.

Soon, after about 10 minutes, we heard Mr. B coming up the stairs. Instead of coming right into Jimmys room, he went down the hall, but not before we heard him look into the room and see us each standing in a corner. He was gone another minute, before we heard him coming towards the bedroom, and I looked over at Jimmy and could see he was shaking. "It's going to be o. k." I said, mostly trying to convince myself. All I could see was Jimmy shaking his head from side to side.

Mr. B came into the room and sat down on one of the beds. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he cleared his throat and said "You boys really did it this time. It doesent seem to matter how many times I tell you, you still find a way to do something you know you shouldnt be doing. This time, you have caused some serious damage, and its more than either of you can do anything about. I have been trying to think about what is going to take to get through to the two of you, and all I can think is how much like babies you are acting. If you are going to act like babies, then I am going to treat you like babies".

My mind was spinning. I clearly remembered the last time we had gotten this speech. How Mr. B had called our behavior childish, and him telling us almost the same thing. I remember him saying if we acted like babies, we would be punished like babies, and then he put each of us across his knee and delivered a spanking like none other. Somehow, I didnt think he would do that again. I thought he would really ball us out, and maybe make us attempt to pay for the repairs with our allowance and maybe some extra work around the house, but I couldnt believe he was giving us the same speech which could end up in the same punishment.

"This time, since you two are almost adults, you will be getting spanked, but this time, I will be increasing the intensity, and using some implements to make my point more clear. I'm going to give you each three sets, one at a time, using something different each time. Jimmy, I'm going to start with you, so your friend will know what to expect". I looked towards the corner, and saw Jimmy shaking, silently with a tear streaming down his face. He looked over at me, and I knew this wasnt going to be easy. "Both of you boys turn around and stand in the middle of the room. Drop your shorts and remain there untill I tell you to come over here. One at a time you will be spanked. First I will use my hand on your bare behind. Jimmy, lets go!"

Jimmy made his way over to his father who was sitting on the edge of the bed. It was strange to see a grown person assume a position across a mans knee, but he seemed to take the position like it was no stranger. Mr. B looked over at me, and before I knew it, he was swinging his strong right hand laying one after another smack on his grown sons butt. The sound in the room was deafening. All I could hear was the repeated smack as one after another fell on Jimmys reddening ass. Jimmy took it in silence, but I could see the expression on his face, and knew that I would soon be suffering the same stinging pain. Again and again Mr. B landed his firm hand on the target and I had the impression he would never stop, but soon he was looking in my direction and I knew it was going to be my turn.

Mr. B stopped, and Jimmy stood up. His face was red, and I could tell he was crying. Not sure if it was the sting of the spanking, or the fear and humiliation, but I knew I was about to find out. "Go stand in the middle of the room ,young man" Mr. B said. "You're next" he said looking in my direction. "Lets go, I dont have all day for this" he said to me. I made my way across the room over to the bed, and felt Mr. B take my arm, leading me in the direction he wanted me to go. The next thing I remember is being pulled across his knee, feeling his hairy legs under my tummy, and the balance I was trying to maintain in order to stay in place. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and quickly laid into me. The pain was immediate. Scorching, burning, red hot, and delivered with such accuracy. Mr. B was spanking me so hard that I didnt think I could take it. Again and again his heavy hand landed on my butt only to land again quickly with the next searing blow. I was kicking my legs, and trying to escape, but Mr. B had a tight hold on me. Again, the sound filled the room and was so loud I was sure anyone within a mile could hear what was going on. Silently, Mr. B continued spanking me, building a rythm causing my butt to tingle with pain. I looked down and all I could see was the reflection of my face in the shiny penny loafers that he was wearing. I could see the look of pain on my face, and wondered when it would finally be over. And then it was.

I quickly stood up, and jumping around reached behind to feel my burning backside. It was hot, and I would have bet the color of an Indian summer sunset. "That, my boys, was only the beginning!" Jimmy and I were standing in the middle of the room me, with my hand on my backside, and him with his hands covering what I thought was a slight bulge in his underpants. While he was receiving his punishment, I felt a strange stirring in my own pants, but it quickly disappeared when I found myself across his fathers knee. Jimmy had an embarrased look on his face, and also the look of fear, telling me that things were about to really heat up.

"You boys have just received the first set of what I have planned for you. Think of it as a warm up because I am really going to do my best to get through to you this time. For the next phase, I want you each to lay across the edge of the bed with one of the cushions under your waist. I'm going to give you 20 licks on your bare behind with my belt this time. You will not move, and you will not make a sound, if you do, I will add an additional 5 licks for each time. This is going to hurt, but you are grown men, and I know you can take it".

My heart sank. This was the worst thing I could imagine. Being spanked with a belt was something I had never experienced before, but Jimmy had recently gotten spanked with the belt and told me that night on the phone that he didnt think he would make it to school the next day because he wouldnt be able to sit down. He said the pain was one which you dont soon forget, and the next day in gym class I saw the marks that were already fading, but still showed the intensity of the strokes he had received. How would I be able to get through this, I wondered. It was hard enough for me to keep from crying like a baby while I was getting the first part of this punishment with my butt across Mr. B's lap, but now I was really scared, and my mind was spinning with the thought of being able to take more.

Mr. B looked at each of us, and told us to turn around and put our hands by our sides. "I want to see how red your butts are, TURN AROUND", he roared. We each spun around and dropped our hands to our sides, and Mr. B stood up and came over to where we were standing. He reached over first to Jimmy and gave a rough quick rub to his backside. Then he came to me, and did the same thing, and I could imediately feel the heat coming off of his hand as it brushed my behind. Mr. B made his way in front of us, and slowly un buckeled his belt. It was a black woven leather belt, about 2 inches wide, and as he slipped the end through each belt loop, he looked at each of us and said "This is how my father used to spank me, and it didnt take too many times before I figured out that when he gave me directions, he meant what he said." Looking at me, he said "Jimmy will tell you that this is going to hurt, but I dont want you to move while I am giving it to you, otherwise I could really hurt you somewhere I dont intend to. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir" I said, and could begin to feel my legs getting weak.

Mr. B stood there with his belt in his hand. He folded it in half and quickly took a swing into his open palm. The sound that belt made sent shivers down my spine, and as Mr. B looked from me to his son, all I could think of was how we should have listened to him, and kept a safe distance from the car in the driveway. It would have been so easy, and would have saved us from what we were about to endure. "Jimmy, go over there and assume the position" he said. Jimmy walked over to the bed and took one of the cushions to go under his waist. He leaned over baring his already red behind and landed with his arms stretched in front of him over his head. As he was lying there he was shaking with fear, and as his father made his way over to him, I was sure I heard him sobbing.

"Count 'em out boy" he said as he raised his arm with the belt in his hand. "ONE" Jimmy said, quietly as the belt landed on his bare behind with a sweet crack. "TWO" he said, as another one landed on his butt. "THREE" I heard a little louder as the crack of the belt was laid into him again. "Four" he whimpered before it all became a blurr. The snap of the belt became a repeditive sound, followed by Jimmy counting the toll. He barely moved. Each time Mr. B raised his arm, I could see Jimmys butt tighten a bit, and after it landed I could see it relax. The sound of the leather striking Jimmys butt was all I could hear as my mind began to race and my head began to spin. Jimmy was really crying. I could hear his sobs muffeled by the bed, but I could also see his shoulders heaving as he lay with his bright red butt in the air. "Nineteen" and SMACK ,"TWENTY" smack I heard and then it was over.

Jimmy laid there sobbing. His father dropped the belt on the bed beside him, and gently rubbed his sons bottom. "You really took it like a man, my boy, and I'm proud of you. It's too bad that this is what it takes to get through to you, but as I have told you in the past, if you are going to act like a baby, you will be punished like one. Are you o. k.?" Jimmy slowly turned his tear stained face towards his dad and nodded yes. He sniffed, and looked over at me with a look of hopelessness in his eyes. He really did take it like a man, and I hoped I would be able to do the same, and not embarass myself in front of him. I have to say, I was terrified, and could only imagine what that belt would feel like as it landed on my bare behind.

"O. K. young man, your turn" Mr. B said looking at me. "Remember, you are to lay still, in place, do not move, or else I will add more licks to your punishment. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir" I said, and I stood up and made my way to the bed, and to the spot where Jimmy had just been laying. "Lets go" said Mr. B. "Get down across the cushion with your arms stretched out over your head, and remember, DO NOT MOVE once I begin, IS THAT CLEAR?"

"Yes sir" I replied. I found myself in a position with my waist raised on the pillow and my legs stretched tightly behind me. With my arms over my head I could really hear my heavy breath rise and fall. I heard Mr. B reach over and pick up the belt, and a moment later, heard him say "count em out boy". Before I knew what happened, the first searing snap rang out through the room. A moment passed, and I waited for the next one, but instead heard Mr. B say "I told you to count em out. I guess we will have to keep it up until you get it right. Lets start again". With that, another stinging snap was delivered to my backside. "One" I shouted. "Thats better boy, let me hear it" A third stinging snap and my butt was on fire "Two" I shouted, thinking I would never be able to get through 20 of these. SNAP "Three, sir" I said, hoping to make this end, but feeling as if it would go on for days. "Four" I cried as another stinging blow landed on my backside. "Five" I cried, thinking my butt was feeling like a pin cushion. "six" as the next swat landed on my butt. I could hear the whistle of the belt as it sliced through the air. The sound was unforgettable, and the sound as the supple leather made contact with my skin was equally unforgettable. "Ten" I remembered to count. "Eleven, twelve, thirteen" I continued trying to take it like a man the way I had seen my best friend get his. By now my butt was on fire. Still tingeling from the over the knee spanking I had already received, this was too much. I began to raise myself from the bed, but I felt Mr. B's firm hand on my shoulder push me down. "We're almost through young man", he said, "you dont want to have to start over from the beginning do you?" he said. "No sir, I said, my voice shaking as I tried not to burst out in tears. "Please, I promise we wont do it again" I begged, hoping that my appeal would be answered with a reprieve. "I'm sure you wont" Mr. B answered, with no indication that he was going to let up. "Keep counting" he said before the next stroke of the belt landed on my butt. "Fourteen" I said, now reeling with the painful sensation running across my backside. "Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen" I cried as the next stinging swats came in rapid succession. "Nineteen, twenty" I counted and realized that I had made it through. My backside was like a steam engine. It was as though I could feel the heat even without reaching back to feel the skin. I couldnt believe that I was able to take that many stinging swats with the leather strap, but I had done it, and as I stood up, I looked at Jimmy who was standing there rubbing his own sore butt, and thought we were equal to one another and would share this bond for a lifetime.

I was still reeling with the stinging sensation in my butt when Mr. B said "I'm going to give you guys a little break while I go downstairs for a minute. I dont want to hear a sound coming from this room, but I do want you two to think about what you have been through. I want to know if you think it is worth going through this every time you break the rules or dont follow my directions. We're not through here, but I think you need a little time before we start again to think about the trouble you have caused. Is that clear"

"Yes sir" we both said at the same time. "Go back to your corners and wait for me to get back, and remember, I dont want to hear a sound"

Jimmy and I quickly went back to the corners where we had begun this ordeal a short while ago. I could feel the sting in my butt with every step I took, and wondered if I would be able to sit down, or how long I would be able to endure whatever Mr. B had in store for us next. What could he do that was worse than what we had already been through. My mind was racing, and before I knew it, I could hear the sound of Mr. B's leather loafers coming up the stairs. He came into the room and sat down on the bed. A moment passed before he said "I am really proud of the way you boys are taking this punishment. When my father used the belt on me, there was more than one time when he had to start from the beginning or add a few to the end. I guess he had a heavy hand, but I remember how the sting of that belt felt, and believe me, I never dreamed that I would get it a second time. Somehow though, I did, and after a few times, I began to see the light. My dad only wanted me to learn, so I didnt have to find out the hard way myself. I hope that is what you two boys are getting from this. I dont enjoy this at all, but I would really hate it if you found yourselves in trouble sometime and hadnt learned a lesson from me to prevent it."

"I think you're ready to continue now, how about we get this over with?" he said looking at each of us. We both nodded, and I wondered what was coming next. As I looked at Jimmy, there was no sign on his face as to what came next, but we were soon to find out. Mr B looked at us and said "I thought about what would really make an impression on you boys. I know that the belt wasnt easy to take, but you really came through and took it like men, but we're not through here. I went downstairs thinking I would bring back a wooden spoon with me. My dad used one during a spanking once, and I really remember that one, but I thought that might be too much for you after what you have been through so far. I still think you were acting like children outside, and I think you have to be reminded that if you are going to act like children, you are going to be punished like a child. I have decided that I am going to continue with each of you back across my knee. Only this time, I am going to take off my shoe, and spank you with the soft leather sole of my loafer. This is a traditional form of punishment used in schools in Europe. Over there they call it slippering, and school boys who act up are taken to the front of the class and made to lay across the teachers desk and take a few licks with the school masters shoe in front of the whole class. I'm going to tell you, its going to hurt, but I know that you can take it, and I will expect you to take it like men. Do you understand?"

"yes sir" we both said together.

This time, Mr. B went over to the bed and leaned back against the cushion. He stretched out his long legs which were covered with dark curly hair. With the toe of his right foot, he pushed against the kick seam of his left shoe, and it popped from his foot and landed on the floor with a thud. He then used his free toe to push on the heel of his right shoe and it too popped off and landed on the floor by his feet. Jimmy and I looked over at each other. I didnt know if this was anything he had ever experienced before, since it had never been described at school on a day following a punishment. Jimmy usually told me if he had received a spanking the day before, maybe it was like some badge of honor to him and he could tell I admired the way he said he could lay there and take it, without breaking down like a baby. Now, the two of us stood there and stared in horror, wondering what in the world it would feel like to get the sole of that shoe on our bare butts.

"Come on, Dad, Jimmy begged", "We've learned our lesson. You dont have to give us any more, we promise to listen to you and keep away from the car and do whatever you ask". He seemed to be running on but it was obvious that his father wasnt ready to call it a day. He sat there and looked at us with a wry smirk on his face, and shook his head. "I know you think that you've had enough boys, but I think I am going to really drive my point home and be sure that you are clear about what I expect from now on. It is my job as an adult to make sure you are not disruptive, and I think you need a little more reinforcement just to be sure. Why dont you come over here", he said looking in my direction. So far, Jimmy had always been the first one to get his share of the punishment. I kind of liked it that way, thinking maybe Mr. B would be a little worn down after a round with him first, and maybe it wouldnt be so hard on me, but it looked like my number was up. "I.. I.. I..."

"lets go young man, NOW" he boomed. I want you to come over here and get across my knee, NOW". I could feel my legs start to shake all over again, but I knew I had better follow his instructions. I looked over and saw Jimmy looking at the floor where the shoes were lying, and began to move towards his dad.

When I got next to Mr. B he took me by the arm and looked me right in the eye. I could tell he wasnt the least bit worn out, and thought he even looked a little charged up instead. "Reach down and hand me one of those loafers" he told me. I reached down and picked one of his shoes off the floor. It was really soft, and supple, like an old shoe that he had been wearing for a long time. I handed it to him, and he grabbed it by the top, stretching his fingers around the heel, holding the sole like a small paddle. "I'm sure you will remember this, and the next time you find yourself in a situation where you THINK you might be doing something you arent supposed to, I hope you will remember this moment and not do it". "I promise" I pleaded. "I want you to lay across my knee with your arms on the bed" he told me as he slid to the edge of the bed. I found myself between his long legs, and laid across one leg with my body more on the bed than his lap. I soon felt his strong arm wrap around my waist, and slightly lift me from his knee when all of the sudded a whoosh of air, and the slam of his shoe made direct contact with my bare bottom. "YEOW" I screamed, as the first of many blows fell across my cheeks. Again, the whoosh of air followed by the crack as the sole of his shoe landed firmly on my backside. "WHAP" the sound echoed as if we were in a large room . "POP, POP, POP, POP" I could feel the heat as my already burning butt endured more punishment than I ever imagined I could endure. Mr. B was really swinging that shoe, and each time it landed on my butt I could hear him take a breath, and down it would come again. Harder and harder until I was really squirming, trying to get away, but he had a strong grip on me, and escape was out of the question.

"You're not going anywhere, boy" he said. "I'm not close to being finished with you. I'm really starting to enjoy this and you have caused enough trouble that I think you deserve more". With that, I felt another sharp hit as the shoe came down on my cheeks. More followed, maybe 15 or 20 more licks. My butt was stinging with pain like I had never felt. The backs of my legs were even burning as a few of those swings landed just below the spot where I sit, and realy stung like hell. I was crying, and not just quietly, but shaking with tears coming down my face. "Please, Mr. B, PLEASE, I'm so sorry, PLEASE stop. I promise, I have learned my lesson" I begged. One more time I felt the shoe land on my butt, squarely in the middle, leaving a ringing in the room as well as in my ears. Before I realized it, I had been laying there for a few moments and Mr. B was rubbing my aching bottom with the palm of his hand. I just stayed there thinking I had survived the worst whipping imaginable, and the feeling of Mr. B's warm hand rubbing my backside was all I wanted to remember.

"You can get up now, young man", he said, and I felt him stretch out his leg as I gently tumbled down and onto the floor. "I think I have made my point with you, and I have no doubt that you will think of this the next time you are facing a challenge". I looked over to Jimmy and he was shaking so much I could feel it in the room. I was sure that what I had just experienced was nothing that he had ever gone through before. He looked like a tiny scared mouse, and I saw his father look over at him, as he told us both to put our pants back on. "I want you two to stay up here for a little while. You can play or read, but I just want you both to keep the noise level down. Jimmy, I think you have learned your lesson, and we dont have to go through this step with you right now, but let me tell you, if you EVER find yourself in this position, you will get not only what you have already gotten today, but it will be worse than you can imagine. I will spank you hard, and I will use my hand, my belt, my shoe and anything else I think will make you think twice about breaking the rules, IS THAT CLEAR?"

"Yes sir, thank you dad" Jimmy said with obvious relief in his voice.

With that, Mr. B stood up, and slipped his feet back into his old loafers. He reached down, and took a swipe at the toe of one shoe, before heading out the door. I looked at Jimmy, and saw that he was looking at my dark red bottom. "GEEZ, I"ve never seen a butt that color before. You wont be able to sit down for a week". I knew he wasnt exaggerating, and I reached behind and felt my burning bum. It hurt to even rub it at that point, and I reached to the floor picking up my shorts, and felt the searing sting as the waist band wiped across the tender area where I had just been spanked. "I think you're right man, I think it will be a long time before I can sit down again" I said. "You really took that one" said Jimmy. "I was crying like a baby man, I cant believe I let myself go like that, I have to tell you, that shoe hurts like nothing else" I said. "I'm sure I wouldnt have made it as long as you did, I'm really proud of you" he said to me as he looked into my eyes. "You really lucked out, not having to take it with the shoe" I said to him. "I know, but I also now know what it will be like if I screw up again, and I'm not sure what is worse, getting it, or the thought of getting it!"

"Well, if you want to know right now, Getting it really sucked!" I said. He smiled, and gave me a look which told me we were as close as brothers. I smiled back at him, and said maybe we should lay on the bed and read a good story. "Lay on our stomachs!" he said, and we laughed as we fell on the beds and breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that for now, we had paid our debt and were free to go back playing together.


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