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Vocabulary Lessons
By : DreadfulPenny
Category: Hellsing > General
Views: 4060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
- “Dutch?”
Walter intercepted Alucard’s hand before the vampire could close the book he was using.
“Not today, Alucard. I’m busy.”
“Oh?” Alucard leaned over the desk and craned his head around to look at Walter’s papers. “Business or pleasure? It must be business.” For just a moment, Alucard’s pretty face twisted in a sneer. “What pleasure is there to be had in Dutch?”
Walter raised an eyebrow. “Your mask is slipping.” That didn’t happen often, but the young butler had a reasonable idea why Dutch would not be Alucard’s favorite language.
The young man watched the vampire compose his face into the harmless-seeming façade he stayed behind most of the time. He suspected that he was one of the only people alive to have seen that façade crumble and live to remember it.
Well, time to test his theory about living through the slippage…
Walter slid a book from under the huge volume of the Dutch-English dictionary and watched Alucard’s face carefully. He was unsurprised to see the vampire’s visage contort again. “Van Helsing’s journal. What does old Abraham’s journal have to do with your other language studies?”
“You don’t know?” Walter looked at Alucard with honest surprise. “I thought you knew.” He pulled several pages out of the stack next to him and looked them over before flipping open van Helsing’s journal. He read the Dutch aloud, “Dit wezen verbaast me met zijn vasthoudendheid. Ondanks mijn beste inspanningen, blijft hij een onhandelbaar beest, glad en verleidelijk.”
Walter looked up and raised an eyebrow at Alucard, “You tried with Abraham, too.” He read again, slowly this time, translating the Dutch to English on the fly. “This creature amazes me in his tenacity. Despite my best efforts, he remains a wanton beast, lubricious and enticing.”
He held up a page covered in his tidy handwriting and began to read, “Diese Kreatur begeistert mich in ihrer Hartnäckigkeit. Trotz meiner stärksten Bemühungen bleibt sie ein zügelloses Biest, schlüpfrig und verlockend.”
He pulled a page from a separate stack and read again, “Cette créature me stupéfie dans sa ténacité. En dépit de mes meilleurs efforts, il reste une bête dévergondée, lubrique et attirant.”
“Do you see now?” Walter held the pages out for Alucard to look at. “Arthur wants it translated, but he doesn’t want to trust anyone outside the organization to do it.”
“Why translate it into German and French in addition to English?”
“Hellsing isn’t the only organization that hunts vampires, Alucard. You know that as well as I do. Arthur said something about ‘information sharing.’”
Walter flipped through a few more pages and read, “I have chosen the sobriquet Alucard. He is no longer Dracula, he is a servant of the greater good. As I have reversed his role, I choose to reverse his name as a reminder to us all.”
Walter snorted softly, deliberately not looking away from the page to gauge Alucard’s reaction. “Was he prone to melodrama?”
“He was a vampire hunter in an age when most people didn’t know what vampires were.” Alucard’s tone was unreadable. “And a master of rodomontade, since you ask.”
Walter raised an eyebrow, but let the vampire’s spiteful words go without comment. After turning a few more pages, Walter read again, “He was a man when we vanquished him, at least in appearance. Why is his figure now so epicene?” He glanced up at Alucard as he turned the page, almost smiling. “Actually, the word he used translates more as ‘androgynous,’ but I’ve grown partial to ‘epicene.’”
Returning his attention to his reading, Walter slowly translated, “I cannot take his attempts to seduce me any longer. Every day he seems to look more like my wife did before her illness. I no longer even know if it is a male or female beast I command.”
“Enough.” Alucard slapped his hand down on the page and bent forward to glare at Walter. “Does it please you to know how Abraham humbled me?” His usually pretty features were contorted and bestial, eyes glowing fiercely in a face Walter barely recognized.
The young man met the raging vampire’s stare with an equanimity he didn’t feel. “No. It doesn’t please me to think of you in those circumstances.” He leaned forward in his seat, bringing his face near Alucard’s and watched him begin to calm in the face of Walter’s own composure. “Nor does it please me to think of other people reading what I have read,” he admitted. “But we both serve here and that’s the long and the short of it.”
Walter began to square the pages on the desk and considered his next move. It was going to be better for household tranquility if he put this on hold while Alucard calmed down. No doubt the maids would thank him if he could keep the vampire from putting on his hellhound guise and wandering the halls. They lost more good help that way.
He could feel Alucard’s eyes on him while he put the translated pages and van Helsing’s journal into a drawer and locked it, but he didn’t look up until he was finished. At least the vampire was no longer snarling, although his eyes were still glowing with the force of his anger.
Walter made an elaborate show of stretching while he made his decision, then picked up the dictionary and rose to put it back on the shelf. He turned and leaned against the bookshelf, looking at Alucard. “You don’t want to stay angry about the journal, do you?”
“And if I do?” Alucard’s lower lip was coming very close to protruding in a pout, which made Walter purse his lips against a smile.
“Then we won’t be doing anything together this evening, will we?”
“I will need distracting to put this behind me.” Where moments before had snarled a creature to frighten most sane men, now stood a petite, androgynous figure with the smiling face of an innocent and lambent red eyes that promised hell.
Walter exhaled a silent laugh at that. “For years you’ve interrupted my language studies and distracted me from my work; why would we change the pattern now?”
“Do you have words that you need assistance with? Lubricious didn’t seem to give you difficulty. Nor epicene, from what you read to me.” Alucard looked up at Walter through his lashes and smiled, “Something difficult that I could charge for?”
“No, no words. At least none that have anything to do with Abraham’s journal or anything Arthur has asked me to learn. But surely someone with so much more experience than I would have a few words to teach me?”
“What kinds of words should I teach the Angel of Death?” Alucard’s anger had seemingly drained away before the prospect of playing some of his games with a willing participant. As he crossed the room to stand directly in front of Walter, the library door closed itself with a quiet click. “We could explore the various ways to describe your true vocation.”
Tiny hands latched on to the bottom of Walter’s waistcoat and tugged while the vampire looked up at the much taller man with malicious humor. “Butler? Hardly. I think that executioner is a better choice.” He caught Walter’s tie and pulled his head down to murmur in his ear, “Bourreau, Scharfrichter, and scherprechter in French, German, and Dutch respectively.”
“Overgrown nursemaid is more like it,” Walter answered while he detached Alucard’s hands from his tie and stood upright again. “Playing kiddy games.” Rather than releasing Alucard, he took one small hand in both of his own, his bare fingertips sliding over the fabric of the vampire’s gloves. He didn’t look away from the gloved hand as he asked, “You can’t think of anything more interesting than word games?”
“More interesting than word games?” Alucard cocked his head and leered. “No, I can think of a way to play with words that even someone as old and jaded as you should enjoy.”
Walter shook his head and smiled in acknowledgment of the jab – a five-hundred-year old vampire and an eighteen-year-old human – who really had the right to ennui between them? “Alright, tell me about your interesting word game.”
“A bit of vocabulary. You complain that I interrupt your studies even though my interruptions have always helped you do a more thorough job.” Alucard took the last step required to bring their bodies together. “But a word is never as alive and useful if you only know it from a book. That’s why it is best to use the word as it is intended.
“For instance….” Alucard pressed himself against Walter and molded his body against the taller man’s, putting his arms around him and smiling when he stiffened nervously. “When erotic gratification is found by rubbing clothed bodies together, it is called frottage.”
Alucard considered their height difference and smiled. “It’s easier when the people aren’t so disparate in size, but that can be worked around.” The vampire pulled him over to a straight-backed chair at one of the library tables and pushed him down into it. After climbing onto the speechless man’s lap and straddling his thighs, Alucard grinned at him and brought his clothed groin down against Walter’s, rubbing against him with a slow grind.
A gasp and Walter’s fingers tightening on the tops of Alucard’s thighs was the only response the vampire needed to continue the slow rolls of his hips. When he could feel the young man’s erection through their clothes, he leaned forward to whisper in Walter’s ear, “Frottage. You’ll never forget the meaning of the word, will you?”
Walter shook his head. No, he would never forget the meaning of that particular word. “Other than-” He licked his lips and started over. “Other than teaching me a new word, how is this a game?”
“It is a game because it has always been a game, Angel. Don’t you know that by now?” Alucard stopped moving and leaned back to look at Walter in mock-reproof. “I thought you were smarter than that.”
I thought you were smarter than that. Well, obviously he wasn’t. Walter had always seen them as a string of games, not an ongoing game with so many moves to it. “Right then, how does the rest of this game go?”
Alucard leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “That would be telling.” Walter shivered to feel a cold tongue slide over his jaw and stop at his carotid artery. “What was our first word?” Alucard’s lips moved against Walter’s skin, making him acutely aware of his racing pulse.
“Frottage.” Walter tilted his hips to rub against Alucard, feeling the smaller man’s erection slide against his through the intervening layers of cloth.
Alucard giggled and said, “I believe that we will stay with the theme of words that begin with F.”
Walter felt goosebumps rise across his body. Having a vampire giggle with his lips pressed over a major artery… The Hellsing butler was stoic, but he wasn’t that stoic.
“And the next word is…?” he asked, hoping to distract Alucard and get him to move his attention away from his neck.
“An easy one, you would think, but it is a word so few people seem to actually understand.” Alucard flicked his tongue out to taste the warm skin that stood between him and hot, rushing blood, “Foreplay.” Small hands slipped up and deftly opened the buttons of Walter’s waistcoat. “Arthur, for instance, is simply dreadful at it.
“There is more to foreplay than taking off one’s clothing. Although it’s a good start.” Alucard unknotted Walter’s tie and swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling the tails free of his trousers and sliding cool hands inside, over the goosebump-prickled skin of his chest. “But by definition, it is mutual sexual stimulation that takes place before intercourse.”
Alucard nipped lightly at the skin under his lips. “Mutual stimulation, Angel. Do pay attention to the lesson.”
“Ah, yes. Mutual.” Walter slid his hands up and began to unbutton Alucard’s waistcoat. He stopped with his fingers on the vampire’s tie and glanced over his shoulder at the closed library door. “You will make sure no one comes in here?”
“Of course. An interruption now would throw off our game.” Alucard took one last slow lick over Walter’s neck, smiling to feel the young man’s almost imperceptible shiver. “And we’re so close to finishing this round.” He sat up and watched as Walter finished unknotting his tie and started on Alucard’s shirt buttons. Walter’s look of intense concentration made Alucard laugh, bringing the man’s eyes away from the buttons and up to his face. “There will be a test when we are finished with the lesson.”
Walter finished with the buttons and pushed Alucard’s waistcoat, shirt, and suit jacket off his shoulders. The discarded items disappeared into a flutter of shadows before reaching the floor and Walter raised an eyebrow at Alucard. “Why bother if you can just make them disappear?”
Alucard bent his head and looked up at Walter through his lashes again. “Because it’s part of the game. I take off your clothes, you take off mine.”
Discomfited, Walter looked away from Alucard’s glowing red eyes only to find himself staring at the vampire’s chest. He didn’t usually get close enough to the vampires he hunted to conduct this sort of examination. He drew his fingertips over the translucent white skin, tracing fine blue lines that spidered under the surface.
A test? Walter quirked his lips slightly and put a hand behind Alucard’s back and used the hand on his chest to push him backward. With enough room to lean down, he put his warm mouth over the cool skin of the vampire’s nipple and huffed an amused breath through his nose as Alucard shuddered.
“Do you want to be teacher’s pet?” Alucard asked as he twined his fingers in Walter’s hair, grinding his pelvis against the young man’s.
Walter nodded and pushed Alucard back farther against the supporting hand at his back. Moving his attentions lower across the planes of Alucard’s abdomen, he traced the delineations of muscle under the pale skin with his tongue until Alucard squirmed and ground himself over Walter’s erection again.
He sat up and cleared his throat before speaking. “Frottage. I think I understand that one now. Foreplay seems a bit more complicated, though.” He cocked his head and stroked his fingers over Alucard’s cheek. “After all, we’ve been engaged in it for years, haven’t we?”
“Yes,” Alucard caught Walter’s hand. “Yes we have, and you get extra marks for finally realizing it.” Walter watched in morbid fascination as Alucard wrapped his inhumanly long tongue around his fingers. It was repellent in its monstrousness, but attractive for the same reason.
Alucard nipped the tip of Walter’s index finger and licked away the drop of blood that beaded there before the young man pulled his hand out of his grasp. “I have not fought armies of undead just to end up a ghoul at the fangs of the family vampire.”
“Would I do that to you?” Alucard protested as he leaned forward to press his bare chest against Walter’s and nuzzle at his neck again. “Even if I bit you, I wouldn’t leave you as a mere ghoul.”
“Oh thank you,” Walter answered acerbically even as he put his hands on Alucard’s waist to pull their hips together again. “From vampire hunter to vampire. I think that there’s only so much irony I could take.”
“Be careful with that, Angel. Fate takes those kinds of declarations as a challenge. But Fate is not our next F word.” He placed feather soft kisses along Walter’s neck and jaw. “I wanted to address another that is flexible enough to fall under the heading of foreplay or stand alone on its own merits.”
He lifted up and slid his hand down Walter’s chest and under the waistband of the other man’s trousers, fingers barely brushing the tip of his straining erection. “The word… Do I have your attention?” He used his other hand to unbutton Walter’s trousers to allow himself more access while Walter nodded his head.
“You have my…” He gasped and arched in the chair when Alucard’s cool fingers wrapped around his shaft and squeezed. “… my complete attention.”
“Good, because the next word is one that should be given careful study. Fellatio is both a means to an end, and the end itself, depending upon one’s preferences at the moment. Are you familiar with the word?”
Walter nodded, “You cannot work around Arthur Hellsing for very long without picking those things up.”
“Arthur.” Alucard curled a lip at the name. “He’s hardly someone from whom you should learn these lessons; you want to learn them well, and not his way.”
“You assume I want to learn them at all.”
“Oh?” Alucard released his hold on Walter and leaned back. “Are you forfeiting our game?”
“What do you think you’ll win if I forfeit?”
Alucard looked at Walter with a serious expression that the young man had only rarely seen when the vampire kept such a flighty mask much of the time. “It will be enough to know that you conceded to me – that you gave up without a fight.”
He lifted himself off of Walter until they were only touching where Alucard’s legs clasped his on the seat. A slow smile spread across his face that was almost reptilian in its smugness. “I will have beaten you with your complicity. Are you that sort of loser? Have I misjudged you?”
Walter saw the manipulation inherent in the questions, but couldn’t turn away from them anyway. He was not a coward, nor a quitter, and he would not have Alucard see him as one. Words were not the way to answer those sorts of challenges. With a slow breath and an upwelling of giddy adrenaline, he cupped Alucard’s backside to balance him and bent to run his tongue down the center line of the vampire’s abdomen.
He expected to stop at Alucard’s waistband, but as his tongue slid lower, the fabric dissolved away, leaving the vampire nude and supported upright in Walter’s hands. “You cheated,” he muttered, continuing his explorations.
“Fellatio,” Alucard said quietly as he toyed with Walter’s unruly hair, “is defined as the sexual stimulation of a man’s genitals using the tongue and lips.” He hissed softly as Walter’s mouth drifted lower, nipping and licking at the smooth flesh of his lower abdomen and down the crease of his thigh, the heat of his mouth a vivid contrast on the vampire’s cool skin. “It’s definitions like those that just can’t do a word justice.”
Walter stopped and looked up at Alucard, “Has anyone ever told you that sometimes you talk too much?” He narrowed his eyes in amusement before running his tongue up the length of Alucard’s shaft. Alucard’s fingers in his hair and pressing into his scalp urged him forward to take the other man in his mouth.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on what it felt like to run his tongue over the smooth skin, getting a feel for the subtle differences in texture and following Alucard’s murmured instructions. He learned how to run his tongue in sweeps down Alucard’s shaft, and to keep his teeth covered by his lips other than the occasional gentle drag of teeth on the way back up.
The two took their time with the lesson until Alucard stiffened in Walter’s grip and pulled away to sit back down on his lap and pull him into a hard kiss. He pushed his tongue between Walter’s lips to explore his mouth, stroking over the other man’s tongue while grinding their lower bodies together with a low moan. .
Walter pulled away first and regarded Alucard with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Are we going backward in the game to frottage once more? Or do you have any more words to teach me?”
“Many more, Angel. Many, many more.” Alucard flicked out his obscenely long tongue and playfully licked the tip of Walter’s nose. “But tonight, we’re staying with F.” He leaned forward and nuzzled and nipped at the man’s jaw and throat, again pausing over the strong pulse, his tongue tracing its path over the frail protection his skin gave.
Walter shivered at the pinprick of fangs on his throat, his stomach clenching in an instinctive preparation for fight or flight. Instead, he forced his seemingly numb hands up to stroke Alucard’s sides causing the vampire to laugh and nip a bit of skin between his blunt front teeth. “It’s not that easy to make you cower, is it?”
“You’d find me boring if it were.”
“And you’re too sure of yourself with a monster at your throat.” Alucard’s hands clamped down on Walter’s forearms with a strength the human was simply incapable of matching. “I can hear your heartbeat. It’s moving very fast to be the pulse of a man who is unafraid.”
“I’m not afraid. It’s adrenaline You’ll do it or you won’t. Now, what’s the next word?” he asked, trying to distract Alucard.
“Not afraid. If I didn’t know you weren’t stupid, I would be certain that you are.” With a last lick and nip at Walter’s neck, Alucard sat up and grinned mischievously at him. “I’ll give you the choice between fornication and fucking.” His grin widened, sharp teeth gleaming when Walter twitched in surprise at the sudden explicit shift in words.
“What is the difference between fornication and fucking?” Some subtlety of which he was unaware?
“None at all, except one word is more delicate than the other.” Alucard mock pouted at Walter and released his arm to stroke his cheek, “I didn’t know if you’d be too sensitive to see the word without a candy coating.”
“We can call it what it is, but I want to know who you think is fucking whom?”
“The person with more experience will be doing the fucking, how else are you going to learn?” Alucard watched Walter considering that and chuckled when he saw the young man glance speculatively down at the vampire’s erection.
“How does that work? With the difference in our heights and everything?”
“I thought you said you knew these things?” Alucard’s eyes glittered with evil humor to watch the flush spread across Walter’s face and neck.
“Not in personal detail, I don’t and you know that.”
“Then you should respect the wisdom and experience of your elders.” There was a certain incongruousness to that statement coming from an individual who looked several years younger than Walter. “I know that you will enjoy yourself.”
“Easy for you to say,” Walter muttered, running his hands over Alucard’s back and pulling their bodies together. “You’re not the one who’s supposed to take it in the backside.”
“No, I’m the one who will be giving it to you.” Alucard rubbed himself against Walter, relishing the heat radiating from the younger man’s body. “And you should be grateful for it.”
“Ask me afterward and I’ll tell you if I’m grateful or not.”
“Don’t pout. It doesn’t suit you.” Alucard slid off of Walter’s lap to stand in front of him and tugged on his hands to pull him up off the chair.
Walter snorted and stood, looking down at Alucard. He was disheveled, but still mostly clothed, in contrast to the sylphlike and luminous vampire in front of him. “You look like something out of a fairy tale. I’ll call you Puck from now on.”
Alucard bowed with a flourish and spun on his toes. “Enough banter and admiration of my puckish qualities. We have better things to do.” He stood and regarded Walter measuringly for a moment before smiling and grabbing the man’s collar to pull his face down. “Take off your clothes while I’m gone. We’re missing something you’ll definitely want.” He gave Walter a hard kiss and disappeared.
“Typical,” Walter commented with a snort while he toed off his shoes and socks. He draped his clothes over a chair back and removed his gloves. A cold finger down his spine spun him around, hands raised instinctively to attack and defend. “Don’t do that,” he said to the smirking vampire with a scowl, dropping his hands and feeling like an idiot.
“This is going to be much more enjoyable for you if you relax.” He held up a tube in his hand and waggled it at Walter. “Arthur will never notice that it’s missing.”
Walter looked dubiously at the object. “The other three Fs were good. Why don’t we stick with those for a while before rushing into this fourth?”
“You choose forfeit as your fourth F?” Alucard stretched up to put his hands around the taller man’s neck, the metal tube in his hand cold against Walter’s nape. He pulled Walter’s face down to his level and drew his nose softly over the man’s cheek, nipping softly at his jaw. “Or you could choose a different F for your fourth….” He drifted over to Walter’s neck and nipped harder at the thin skin there. “Fangs,” he whispered, hissing the final sibilant, hands tightening in an iron grip when Walter tried to pull away.
“This is starting to feel as though I have a choice of three different kinds of forfeit.” Walter held himself still, acutely aware of the danger he was in and getting more excited, either despite, or because of it.
“See it that way if you want, but you have choices. That’s a luxury I don’t give most people.” He dragged his fangs over Walter’s neck and felt the man shiver in his hold. “Any choice you make will make me happy. Which one can you live with?”
Walter reached over his shoulder and pulled the tube out of Alucard’s fingers. “You can let me go. I won’t be choosing fangs or forfeit.” He straightened and rolled his shoulders while examining the label, “Jelly Personal Lubricant?” He shook his head, “I don’t want to know why you knew how to find it in Arthur’s room.”
“You already know why,” Alucard took the tube out of Walter’s hand and hopped up on a table. “Now come here.” He pulled Walter to him, wrapping his legs around the backs of the man’s thighs to hold him close while they kissed and he roamed his hands over the younger man’s body, alternating soft touches, scratching nails, and firmer strokes.
Walter gasped and tried to pull away when he felt a sudden cold touch that stroked down over his cock and across his perineum to gently prod at his anus, rubbing lubricant over the area and slowly working it in. Alucard’s hands were accounted for, one on his back, the other teasing one of his nipples to a pleasurably painful tightness.
“You agreed to fucking a vampire; my shadows will give you pleasures you couldn’t have imagined.” Alucard said, a growling undertone in his voice as he nipped again at Walter’s neck. “You’ll never enjoy a human; you’ll know what you’re missing.” The prodding was gentle but progressively more insistent until Walter felt himself slowly penetrated and opened. Alucard’s grip on him kept him upright in the vampire’s arms while he stiffened and gasped harshly, jerking when the tendril of shadow stroked deliberately across his prostate.
“God…” The young man threw his head back when the shadow thrust into him again and slowly withdrew with more caressing strokes over his prostate. Alucard held him in place, their groins rubbing together while Walter writhed under the escalating force and speed of the shadow’s thrusts and strokes.
Alucard allowed his shadow to bring Walter to the verge of orgasm before dissolving it to nothingness, leaving him groaning in disappointment and gasping. “Don’t stop.”
“Feed me.” Alucard caught Walter’s chin and forced him to meet his red eyes. “Your blood this time.” Shadows played tauntingly over Walter’s erection, feather light touches that made him twitch and moan. “I’ll let you stay human this time, but you have to feed me. I said your blood was worth more, and this is what it’s worth – knowing what it is to be taken by one of my power and living to tell the tale.”
“I stay human?” When Alucard nodded, Walter closed his eyes and nodded his assent, gasping and pumping his hips when the shadows coalesced around his cock again to lick and nip at him with countless tiny, ever-shifting mouths.
Alucard drew a sharp fingernail over Walter’s chest, opening a short but deep cut that welled dark blood immediately. He jerked hard when one of Alucard’s shadows pushed into him again as the vampire’s mouth closed over the wound.
The library was filled with the wet sound of Alucard’s sucking, his animalistic sounds of delight at the savor of hot, sex-flavored blood, and Walter’s escalating moans. His grip on the young human tightened when Walter stiffened, his fingers digging into Alucard’s skin while he shuddered with the force of the orgasm that spilled hot semen between their bodies where they rubbed against each other.
Alucard clung to him, rocking his pelvis to slide his member in the slick heat from the man’s release and drinking greedily from the slowing flow of blood from the cut. Finally, with a deadly-sounding growl, Alucard pulled his face away from the cut and pulled Walter down for a bruisingly hard, blood-flavored kiss while he shook and mixed the cold fluids of his climax with the heat of Walter’s.
Slowly the two men stilled and separated from their kiss. Walter looked down at the sticky mess they had made and grimaced. “Next time, we do this somewhere with a shower.”
Alucard grinned at Walter’s use of the phrase “next time.” “We have so much vocabulary we haven’t explored. I’m pleased to have such an apt pupil.”
“If we shadows have offended, Think but this and all is mended. That you have but slumbered here, While these visions did appear.” – Puck, “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” - You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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