Frozen Comfort (2/?)
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dg_cainTitle: Frozen Comfort
Author: Buffybot76
Characters/Pairing: Cain/DG
Rating: eventually NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man. All the characters herein are owned by the SciFi network. I’m just playing in their sandbox.
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- Part 2 -
As Cain slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, he instinctively fought the subtle pull to consciousness and, in defiance, snuggled into the soft warmth that was pressed to his front. He buried his face in a fragrant cloud of silk, while his right hand gently kneaded the pliant mound of softness it held. The mound filled his hand perfectly - though it was a bit rough to the touch - and from somewhere beyond his cloudy mind, a voice whispered to him, informing him that the coarseness was due to a barrier. One that needed to be removed post haste.
He fumbled for the edge of the material, still refusing to open his eyes. Nice, restful sleep like this was hard to come by, and, well, whatever this was, part of him realized it wouldn't be as good as it was now.
'Success!' the voice crowed as his fingers finally managed to slip under the edge of the hindering material.
Cain gave a contented wuffle as his palm met with a warm, satiny-smooth surface. It was topped off with a small, puckered spot right in the center, but Cain didn't mind. The tip simply gave his fingers something to toy with and occupy their time. And then the soft thing moved. Its breath hitched and then the surface seemed to sink, and whatever it was made a sort of humming noise as it exhaled. Like a sigh.
Cain's eyes shot open.
‘What the fu-…’ “DG?!”
“Wyatt? What’s wrong?” DG mumbled sleepily.
She’d called him Wyatt. What happened to ‘Mr. Cain’? ‘That went out the window right about the time you felt the need to redefine the meaning of the word ‘Bodyguard.’. By the way, your hand is still on her breast, you nitwit!’ A somewhat snarkier voice than the one from earlier filled Cain’s mind, and, in response, the Tin Man all but bolted from the bed.
Unfortunately...
In his haste, he totally forgot to throw back the blanket that they had been sharing and his legs became hopelessly tangled within its warm confines. As a result, his upper body propelled forward but was met with resistance from his lower half.
"Shit!" Cain exclaimed as he found himself suddenly tumbling out of the bed, dragging both blanket and shrieking princess along with him.
"OOF!"
He landed on his back and, even though the floor was hard and cold, the princess on top of him was soft and warm. And, of course, she’d landed on him in just that way. Parts of her - nice, soft, warm parts - landed on parts of him that really enjoyed the attention, but Cain's brain and sense of propriety told him this was not good. He gritted his teeth.
Then she wiggled. Damn her! His hands instinctively went to her hips in order to stop the movement.
And then he pushed her - none too gently - to the side, and off of him, shooting up and reaching for his clothing;, trying his best to put distance between the two of them. It didn't matter that the clothes were still a bit damp and chilling to his skin. Oh, no! That he could deal with. That was actually quite comforting at the moment.
It was the fact that DG - all open and forward and loving and, well... young - would probably want to discuss things. Or act on them, and he couldn't tell which one was worse.
‘Or better.’ And there was that damned voice from last night!
'Where the hell did you come from, anyway?' Cain demanded mentally and, for a moment, feared for his own sanity. He was hearing voices, dammit, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know why.
'I'm the voice of common sense, which apparently, you seem to be lacking,' the voice replied nastily.
'Common sense?' came Wyatt's mental retort, 'Ha! Try mental delusion!' He swore he could feel himself cracking at this point.
'It's not my fault you're too stupid to realize you're in love with the girl. And I am not a delusion!' the voice complained.
'I...' he began, but trailed off as the words sank in. 'Wait- what? In love with DG? Since when?'
'Since, oh, I don't know.... the Beginning?'
'Impossilble,' Cain scoffed. 'No. That's just... no.'
Suddenly, another voice spoke up - one that sounded, oddly enough, like the woman in question. 'Oooh, so Denial isn't just a River in Egypt,' it said.
The Tin Man's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion and he would have protested, but a still-rough-from-sleep voice broke into his mental agrument. "You say something?" DG asked as she wiped sleep from her eyes. Cain whipped around.
"What?" he asked, and hated how his voice shot upward at the end.
"You said something about..." and she sighed, rubbing at her face. "I must still be half-asleep. Dreaming again."
Cain tried to control the trembling he felt taking over his body. He wasn't sure if it was due to the cold of the room or the fact that he was having a DG-induced mental break-down. He clenched his fists and gave a sharp negative shake of his head.
"Get dressed, Kid," he said, emphasizing the last word. "We need to try and make it to the palace while the suns are still shining."
DG just stared at him, dumbfounded, from her seat on the floor. The blanket lay puddled around her waist, leaving her upper body bare save for the tiny white scrap that covered those soft, plump, wonderful- Cain jerked his eyes forcefully away, turning to stiffly retrieve his coat, hat and holster from the back of the chair he'd left them on.
Prolonged exposure wasn't making...them any less inviting. And beautiful. And- He struggled with his holster, focusing on the methodical movements necessary to put it on.
Once he'd managed to accomplish this feat, he concentrated on the precision it took to sliding each arm into the appropriate armholes of his duster. He perfected that art, then moved on to the hat, which everyone knew took an extreme amount of time to get on just right...
"Cain? I don't think you can get that hat on any straighter." DG's voice sounded extremely amused as the Tin Man readjusted the fedora for the umpteenth time.
Clearing his throat, Cain reluctantly lowered his hands from the brim of his hat. Turning infinitesimally to peek over his shoulder at her, he was relieved to find that DG had slipped the blanket back up around her, but had made no move to get dressed.
“What’re you doin,’, Kid?” he asked, confident enough to turn and face her fully, now that there was nothing nice and firm on display to distract him. “Didn’t you hear what I said? We need to move.”
DG didn’t say anything, or move from the floor, for that matter. She just simply sat there and stared at Cain with this little look that seemed to say: ‘You idiot.’
It took him a good five minutes before he remembered. Her tumble in the snow bank the day before. She’d hurt her ankle and he’d had to help her up then. So obviously, she wouldn’t be able to get up by herself now.
He almost felt like smacking himself in the forehead.
His jaw ticked furiously for a second before he rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. “Sorry, Princess,” he muttered, stepping forward to assist, but froze the instant DG released the blanket to lift her arms out to him. The covering that had been protecting both DG’s modesty and his own peace of mind once more fluttered down to pool around her waist.
He stared in awe at the picture she now presented: a heavenly angel – and a scantily clad one at that - reaching out for him with this look in those expressive blue eyes. They seemed to almost say: ‘Take me. I’m yours.’
‘Holy hell, man! What are you waiting for?’ And the voice was back, full force, echoing into every corner of his brain.
Cain’s eyebrow twitched. 'And have both the Queen and her Royal Consort come down on my head for molesting their youngest daughter? I don't think so!' he practically snarled in defiance. He would not give in, dammit, he wouldn't!
With herculean effort, Cain approached DG and managed to reach out and grab hold of the blanket without his hands straying to forbidden parts of her body. He gripped the coarse material and wrapped it around her shoulders before scooping her up in his arms and placing her back on the bed. He then retrieved her clothes and handed them to her before turning and moving as far away as the small confines of the room allowed.
DG shot a look in the Tin Man's direction and shook her head before she silently began to dress. She knew he must be uncomfortable after last night. It still stung that he obviously didn’t find her attractive. He’d literally undressed her, then stripped down and crawled into bed with her the night before and hadn’t even made a move! What was that all about anyway? Wasn’t she attractive enough? Was it the whole ‘Princess’ thing? Was that somehow off-putting to all sexy ex-Tin Men?
DG wondered exactly what would make her look less princess-like, but realized that in a dark, dusty room, there wasn't much of anything she could do to ammend that. Her hair was a wreck, her clothes were in a wrinkled - but dry - heap, and here she was, all hurt and everything. Definitely unprincess-like.
She gave a huff. "You know, this would go a lot faster with a little help," she hinted as she threw off the blanket and pulled on her shirt. She looked down as she worked on the buttons, avoiding looking in Cain's direction. Why were her fingers slipping? She finally managed to get her shirt done up, but the pants? The pants were proving to be a problem. DG experimentally tried to put weight on the bad ankle, but the pain that shot up her leg was too much. She slumped back down onto the cot. "Wyatt? I meant what I said before."
He didn't say anything and for a minute DG thought he might simply continue to ignore her. Finally, she heard him issue that little growl again - the one that always sent shivers up her spine - and he was moving back over toward her, jaw clenched tight. He knelt in front of her and took gentle hold of her injured foot, easing it into the leg of her pants. She opened her mouth to thank him, but closed it again when he proceeded to do the same for her other foot. He guided it into the stiff denim before replacing her shoes and then rose up suddenly. Before DG knew it, Cain's hands were on her shoulders, urging her to lay back on the bed. Her eyes widened in surprise. When his hands settled on her hips, her breath hitched and she was suddenly anticipating what he would do next.
With the gentlest movement possible, Cain started pushing the denim up her hips, cradling them with fingers she could feel through the material. They felt like they were burning her. He towered over her, his eyes boring into hers as he completed the task, his fingers skillfully securing the fastenings of her jeans, much to DG's disappointment. She let out an annoyed little huff. He was being far too gentelmanly.
However, his hands lingered at her waist a bit longer than seemed necessary, which didn't bother DG in the least. But, alas, he finally did remove them as he stood up straight. Then he was offering an outstretched hand. "Come on, Princess. We've got a long hike ahead of us and time's a wastin'," he said, sounding almost reluctant.
'Yeah, whatever,' DG thought. Any other guy would have taken advantage of having an almost- naked female in front of them, but nooo. Not her Tin Man.
'But,' a little voice niggled in the back of DG's mind. 'Isn't that what makes him so special?'
'Shut up,' she told the voice, but knew it was true.
The fact that Cain wasn't willing to take advantage of her in this vulnerable state, made her love him all the more. Wait a minute... love him? When the Hell, exactly, had she fallen in love with Wyatt Cain? DG's eyes grew wide with wonder as she simply stared at the hand Cain still held out to her.
She was so distracted by this sudden revelation that she reached up for his hand without giving a thought to her injured ankle and stood abruptly. Instantly, pain radiated up her leg as she was reminded of the sprain. "Shit!" she cried out as she nearly crumbled to the floor, stopped only by the strong arms of Wyatt Cain, whose quick reflexes allowed him to slip them around her waist just in time. She clung to his broad frame for a moment as the torturous tides passed and he allowed her to, without a word.
"Thank you," she managed with only the tiniest hint of suffering in her voice as she looked up and met his eyes. They looked to have taken on a much darker hue of blue than they normally were and the sight made her shiver against him. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her more tightly.
"Think you can manage climbing the ladder?" Cain's tone was gruff worry mixed with an emotion DG could not name.
She nodded meekly then diverted her eyes as she admitted: "But I doubt walking any further than that is an option for me."
She felt his chest rise and fall with his sigh and her eyelids fell closed. It seemed that she had disappointed him again. He shifted until he supported her on her injured side and helped her hop over to the foot of the ladder. It was a tedious, and somewhat clumsy, display, as she made her way back up to the snow-whitened world above.
Once they were both up top again, Cain turned and scanned the horizon, calculating their position and figuring the direction they needed to head in. "That way," he said, pointing to the North.
'Well, duh!' DG thought, a sudden case of sarcasm overtaking her. 'We're going to the Northern Island, what did you expect?' Secretly, she rolled her eyes.
He turned and gave her a look before looking back down at the hole in the ground then back at her. "One minute," he said, before disappearing back down the ladder. He reappeared a second later, toting the blanket they had used the night before. "Here, wrap up in this," he said before proceeding to place the material around her shoulders. He then presented his back to her and knelt. "Hop on."
DG blinked in surprise. "What?"
He looked over his shoulder at her. "You're not walking on that ankle any more than you have to. It'll be easier carrying you this way than the other," he said, referring to the bridal technique he'd used the day before.
"Oh," DG nodded and grasped the edges of the blanket as she wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing the blanket to once again cover both of them. His hands went to the backs of her thighs before sliding down to the bend of her knees and hoisting her up easily.
"You ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
With that, the Tin Man and the Princess began the long trek toward the palace.
Author: Buffybot76
Characters/Pairing: Cain/DG
Rating: eventually NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man. All the characters herein are owned by the SciFi network. I’m just playing in their sandbox.
Author's Note: Thanks to my bestest friends:
magickboxgirl, erinm_4600 and little_swirl You guys are the greatest. ^_^- Part 2 -
As Cain slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, he instinctively fought the subtle pull to consciousness and, in defiance, snuggled into the soft warmth that was pressed to his front. He buried his face in a fragrant cloud of silk, while his right hand gently kneaded the pliant mound of softness it held. The mound filled his hand perfectly - though it was a bit rough to the touch - and from somewhere beyond his cloudy mind, a voice whispered to him, informing him that the coarseness was due to a barrier. One that needed to be removed post haste.
He fumbled for the edge of the material, still refusing to open his eyes. Nice, restful sleep like this was hard to come by, and, well, whatever this was, part of him realized it wouldn't be as good as it was now.
'Success!' the voice crowed as his fingers finally managed to slip under the edge of the hindering material.
Cain gave a contented wuffle as his palm met with a warm, satiny-smooth surface. It was topped off with a small, puckered spot right in the center, but Cain didn't mind. The tip simply gave his fingers something to toy with and occupy their time. And then the soft thing moved. Its breath hitched and then the surface seemed to sink, and whatever it was made a sort of humming noise as it exhaled. Like a sigh.
Cain's eyes shot open.
‘What the fu-…’ “DG?!”
“Wyatt? What’s wrong?” DG mumbled sleepily.
She’d called him Wyatt. What happened to ‘Mr. Cain’? ‘That went out the window right about the time you felt the need to redefine the meaning of the word ‘Bodyguard.’. By the way, your hand is still on her breast, you nitwit!’ A somewhat snarkier voice than the one from earlier filled Cain’s mind, and, in response, the Tin Man all but bolted from the bed.
Unfortunately...
In his haste, he totally forgot to throw back the blanket that they had been sharing and his legs became hopelessly tangled within its warm confines. As a result, his upper body propelled forward but was met with resistance from his lower half.
"Shit!" Cain exclaimed as he found himself suddenly tumbling out of the bed, dragging both blanket and shrieking princess along with him.
"OOF!"
He landed on his back and, even though the floor was hard and cold, the princess on top of him was soft and warm. And, of course, she’d landed on him in just that way. Parts of her - nice, soft, warm parts - landed on parts of him that really enjoyed the attention, but Cain's brain and sense of propriety told him this was not good. He gritted his teeth.
Then she wiggled. Damn her! His hands instinctively went to her hips in order to stop the movement.
And then he pushed her - none too gently - to the side, and off of him, shooting up and reaching for his clothing;, trying his best to put distance between the two of them. It didn't matter that the clothes were still a bit damp and chilling to his skin. Oh, no! That he could deal with. That was actually quite comforting at the moment.
It was the fact that DG - all open and forward and loving and, well... young - would probably want to discuss things. Or act on them, and he couldn't tell which one was worse.
‘Or better.’ And there was that damned voice from last night!
'Where the hell did you come from, anyway?' Cain demanded mentally and, for a moment, feared for his own sanity. He was hearing voices, dammit, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know why.
'I'm the voice of common sense, which apparently, you seem to be lacking,' the voice replied nastily.
'Common sense?' came Wyatt's mental retort, 'Ha! Try mental delusion!' He swore he could feel himself cracking at this point.
'It's not my fault you're too stupid to realize you're in love with the girl. And I am not a delusion!' the voice complained.
'I...' he began, but trailed off as the words sank in. 'Wait- what? In love with DG? Since when?'
'Since, oh, I don't know.... the Beginning?'
'Impossilble,' Cain scoffed. 'No. That's just... no.'
Suddenly, another voice spoke up - one that sounded, oddly enough, like the woman in question. 'Oooh, so Denial isn't just a River in Egypt,' it said.
The Tin Man's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion and he would have protested, but a still-rough-from-sleep voice broke into his mental agrument. "You say something?" DG asked as she wiped sleep from her eyes. Cain whipped around.
"What?" he asked, and hated how his voice shot upward at the end.
"You said something about..." and she sighed, rubbing at her face. "I must still be half-asleep. Dreaming again."
Cain tried to control the trembling he felt taking over his body. He wasn't sure if it was due to the cold of the room or the fact that he was having a DG-induced mental break-down. He clenched his fists and gave a sharp negative shake of his head.
"Get dressed, Kid," he said, emphasizing the last word. "We need to try and make it to the palace while the suns are still shining."
DG just stared at him, dumbfounded, from her seat on the floor. The blanket lay puddled around her waist, leaving her upper body bare save for the tiny white scrap that covered those soft, plump, wonderful- Cain jerked his eyes forcefully away, turning to stiffly retrieve his coat, hat and holster from the back of the chair he'd left them on.
Prolonged exposure wasn't making...them any less inviting. And beautiful. And- He struggled with his holster, focusing on the methodical movements necessary to put it on.
Once he'd managed to accomplish this feat, he concentrated on the precision it took to sliding each arm into the appropriate armholes of his duster. He perfected that art, then moved on to the hat, which everyone knew took an extreme amount of time to get on just right...
"Cain? I don't think you can get that hat on any straighter." DG's voice sounded extremely amused as the Tin Man readjusted the fedora for the umpteenth time.
Clearing his throat, Cain reluctantly lowered his hands from the brim of his hat. Turning infinitesimally to peek over his shoulder at her, he was relieved to find that DG had slipped the blanket back up around her, but had made no move to get dressed.
“What’re you doin,’, Kid?” he asked, confident enough to turn and face her fully, now that there was nothing nice and firm on display to distract him. “Didn’t you hear what I said? We need to move.”
DG didn’t say anything, or move from the floor, for that matter. She just simply sat there and stared at Cain with this little look that seemed to say: ‘You idiot.’
It took him a good five minutes before he remembered. Her tumble in the snow bank the day before. She’d hurt her ankle and he’d had to help her up then. So obviously, she wouldn’t be able to get up by herself now.
He almost felt like smacking himself in the forehead.
His jaw ticked furiously for a second before he rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. “Sorry, Princess,” he muttered, stepping forward to assist, but froze the instant DG released the blanket to lift her arms out to him. The covering that had been protecting both DG’s modesty and his own peace of mind once more fluttered down to pool around her waist.
He stared in awe at the picture she now presented: a heavenly angel – and a scantily clad one at that - reaching out for him with this look in those expressive blue eyes. They seemed to almost say: ‘Take me. I’m yours.’
‘Holy hell, man! What are you waiting for?’ And the voice was back, full force, echoing into every corner of his brain.
Cain’s eyebrow twitched. 'And have both the Queen and her Royal Consort come down on my head for molesting their youngest daughter? I don't think so!' he practically snarled in defiance. He would not give in, dammit, he wouldn't!
With herculean effort, Cain approached DG and managed to reach out and grab hold of the blanket without his hands straying to forbidden parts of her body. He gripped the coarse material and wrapped it around her shoulders before scooping her up in his arms and placing her back on the bed. He then retrieved her clothes and handed them to her before turning and moving as far away as the small confines of the room allowed.
DG shot a look in the Tin Man's direction and shook her head before she silently began to dress. She knew he must be uncomfortable after last night. It still stung that he obviously didn’t find her attractive. He’d literally undressed her, then stripped down and crawled into bed with her the night before and hadn’t even made a move! What was that all about anyway? Wasn’t she attractive enough? Was it the whole ‘Princess’ thing? Was that somehow off-putting to all sexy ex-Tin Men?
DG wondered exactly what would make her look less princess-like, but realized that in a dark, dusty room, there wasn't much of anything she could do to ammend that. Her hair was a wreck, her clothes were in a wrinkled - but dry - heap, and here she was, all hurt and everything. Definitely unprincess-like.
She gave a huff. "You know, this would go a lot faster with a little help," she hinted as she threw off the blanket and pulled on her shirt. She looked down as she worked on the buttons, avoiding looking in Cain's direction. Why were her fingers slipping? She finally managed to get her shirt done up, but the pants? The pants were proving to be a problem. DG experimentally tried to put weight on the bad ankle, but the pain that shot up her leg was too much. She slumped back down onto the cot. "Wyatt? I meant what I said before."
He didn't say anything and for a minute DG thought he might simply continue to ignore her. Finally, she heard him issue that little growl again - the one that always sent shivers up her spine - and he was moving back over toward her, jaw clenched tight. He knelt in front of her and took gentle hold of her injured foot, easing it into the leg of her pants. She opened her mouth to thank him, but closed it again when he proceeded to do the same for her other foot. He guided it into the stiff denim before replacing her shoes and then rose up suddenly. Before DG knew it, Cain's hands were on her shoulders, urging her to lay back on the bed. Her eyes widened in surprise. When his hands settled on her hips, her breath hitched and she was suddenly anticipating what he would do next.
With the gentlest movement possible, Cain started pushing the denim up her hips, cradling them with fingers she could feel through the material. They felt like they were burning her. He towered over her, his eyes boring into hers as he completed the task, his fingers skillfully securing the fastenings of her jeans, much to DG's disappointment. She let out an annoyed little huff. He was being far too gentelmanly.
However, his hands lingered at her waist a bit longer than seemed necessary, which didn't bother DG in the least. But, alas, he finally did remove them as he stood up straight. Then he was offering an outstretched hand. "Come on, Princess. We've got a long hike ahead of us and time's a wastin'," he said, sounding almost reluctant.
'Yeah, whatever,' DG thought. Any other guy would have taken advantage of having an almost- naked female in front of them, but nooo. Not her Tin Man.
'But,' a little voice niggled in the back of DG's mind. 'Isn't that what makes him so special?'
'Shut up,' she told the voice, but knew it was true.
The fact that Cain wasn't willing to take advantage of her in this vulnerable state, made her love him all the more. Wait a minute... love him? When the Hell, exactly, had she fallen in love with Wyatt Cain? DG's eyes grew wide with wonder as she simply stared at the hand Cain still held out to her.
She was so distracted by this sudden revelation that she reached up for his hand without giving a thought to her injured ankle and stood abruptly. Instantly, pain radiated up her leg as she was reminded of the sprain. "Shit!" she cried out as she nearly crumbled to the floor, stopped only by the strong arms of Wyatt Cain, whose quick reflexes allowed him to slip them around her waist just in time. She clung to his broad frame for a moment as the torturous tides passed and he allowed her to, without a word.
"Thank you," she managed with only the tiniest hint of suffering in her voice as she looked up and met his eyes. They looked to have taken on a much darker hue of blue than they normally were and the sight made her shiver against him. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her more tightly.
"Think you can manage climbing the ladder?" Cain's tone was gruff worry mixed with an emotion DG could not name.
She nodded meekly then diverted her eyes as she admitted: "But I doubt walking any further than that is an option for me."
She felt his chest rise and fall with his sigh and her eyelids fell closed. It seemed that she had disappointed him again. He shifted until he supported her on her injured side and helped her hop over to the foot of the ladder. It was a tedious, and somewhat clumsy, display, as she made her way back up to the snow-whitened world above.
Once they were both up top again, Cain turned and scanned the horizon, calculating their position and figuring the direction they needed to head in. "That way," he said, pointing to the North.
'Well, duh!' DG thought, a sudden case of sarcasm overtaking her. 'We're going to the Northern Island, what did you expect?' Secretly, she rolled her eyes.
He turned and gave her a look before looking back down at the hole in the ground then back at her. "One minute," he said, before disappearing back down the ladder. He reappeared a second later, toting the blanket they had used the night before. "Here, wrap up in this," he said before proceeding to place the material around her shoulders. He then presented his back to her and knelt. "Hop on."
DG blinked in surprise. "What?"
He looked over his shoulder at her. "You're not walking on that ankle any more than you have to. It'll be easier carrying you this way than the other," he said, referring to the bridal technique he'd used the day before.
"Oh," DG nodded and grasped the edges of the blanket as she wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing the blanket to once again cover both of them. His hands went to the backs of her thighs before sliding down to the bend of her knees and hoisting her up easily.
"You ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
With that, the Tin Man and the Princess began the long trek toward the palace.
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Date: 2008-09-28 04:16 pm (UTC)This is hilarious and smexy! Awesome job!
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