Cold Play

AN: Much love to you Tsubaki! Thanks for super, ubber, cool beta job! Enjoy everyone!


Chapter Five: Seal the Deal


It had been three days.

That made a total of seventy-two hours since he had last seen his sensei. Eiri looked at his reflection, his eyes piercing through the mirror fog from his hot shower. The student’s face looked relaxed and emotionless to the naked eye…oh but the turmoil inside. He hadn’t been to school since the day he had subbed for his sensei. And part of the reason was the man himself! Eiri couldn’t face the teacher after he’d uttered those terrible words.

If Eiri hated anything, it was that four letter word: L-O-V-E.

But it felt so right when he had repeated it while looking into his sensei’s eyes. What Eiri couldn’t understand was the way he had loved it even more when the man leaned back on the frame of the door and smiled at him in that lazy, erotic way. He had felt then he could repeat those words over and over again to the man.

After a few more minutes of silent turmoil over his sensei, the young man finally exited the bathroom and retreated into his study where there, perching on top of his desk, was a small, navy blue laptop. Yuki Eiri was a writer and if there was anything he’d been neglecting, it was his writing.

That also frustrated him.

He’d had so much inspiration before the ‘declaration of love’ incident, his muse inspired by a certain pink haired teacher. That goofy grin and bright eyed smile really only seemed to brighten for him, a student, and he had enjoyed the feelings that expression inspired… the thought of how that look was reserved only for him.

Eiri sighed, leaning back in his leather chair as he contemplated his feelings. He couldn’t help but feel guilty for leaving his sensei to deal with the heartache of betrayal alone. He hoped that the woman’s cheating would spell the end of her relationship with his teacher, but it angered him to know she had hurt the man. Although, he supposed he should be thankful… after all, her treachery had suddenly made his dream almost attainable.

The dream that someday, somehow, his sensei would finally truly belong to him…

Yuki Eiri was never one to wait before taking action and it bothered the shit out of him. He was the kind of person who preferred to be in control, and that was precisely what he should be doing. He should be out at school marking his territory and making it clear that the man was his, especially now that Shindou-sensei was ‘up for grabs’. He was getting quite frustrated with the entire matter. How could his sensei be the root of all his recent inspirations but also be the distraction, all at one time?

Eiri glanced mischievously at his hand absently drawing circles upon his stomach, as another thought occurred to him. One more thing that disabled his writing was that his body had not been given proper satisfaction as of late, and since the only way he could satisfy himself was with his sensei…

There had been sleepless nights spent tangled in layers of bed sheets, writhing in sweet agony as he pictured his sensei playing with him. Those soft hands enveloping him with tight heat, the softness of Shindou-sensei’s—Shuichi’s delectable body… Lately, his own body had been so needy of attention that, one night, he had done the unthinkable and pictured his sensei fucking him raw and rough. What he felt most embarrassed about the memory was that as he fantasized, he had allowed himself to be as loud as he pleased, moaning into the sheets while he humped his bed and fisted a hand into his pillow.

It was an unusual fantasy: him, Yuki Eiri, as the uke.

When Eiri had finally gotten a long, hard, release, he swore that as soon as his sensei let him, he would make the real thing pay for making him wait for so long. There was no way in hell that childish man would be the seme in their future relationship. That’s right, future relationship. There was no two ways about it now. There would be a relationship in the near future and he would be damned if it didn’t happen.

Despite his conviction at this new course of action, he decided not to attend Shuichi’s class the next day to try and rein in his raging hormones. At that point, the probability of his jumping the man’s bones in his current state was very high. Already, the thought of those familiar sweet smiles and casually innocent touches was driving him mad. The next two days after that morning were the same and it would seem today, the fourth day of his absence, would also be spent inside his large apartment. He was simply not anywhere closer to regaining his control as he was four days ago.

Before Eiri could picture another hot sex scenario of him and his pink haired dream boy, the phone shattered the silence, halting further right hand activities. Internally cursing, the student picked up his phone and answered in an un-welcoming manner,

“What?”

“Eiri-kun!”

At the sound of that voice, the student had never been better inspired to bang his head on the desk. Of all the people to call him of the six billion population of the world, it had to be his brother in law Seguchi Tohma.

“Stop calling me that, damn it.”

The cheerful principal seemed to be in haste, “Okay then, Eiri-san, I’ve a question.”

“What?”

“Are you entering the CLA? You have a little less than one week to submit a newly written piece.”

The student mentally groaned. This was certainly yet another dilemma. How the hell was he supposed to write when he was busy tending to other and more important things in hand? For example there was his sensei who he really, really, needed to make his…

“Eiri-san. Are you listening?”

No. “Yes.”

“Alright then. At this rate you have only one week to raise your grades and turn in an essay. Otherwise, I’d have to cancel your paper of submission. You do know you’re failing almost all your subjects?”

Eiri didn’t budge. He was only the slightest bit surprise by the revelation of his failure in sight. What could he expect when he was off chasing after his man? But then again, Eiri couldn’t afford not to be in the competition when the prize provided to the winner could be anything from scholarships to a writing contract with a company!

“Yeah, yeah,” Eiri grumbled, “I’ll be absent a lot to get things done though.”

“Of course. As long as you already know what the materials in your homework are all about. Should I get you a tutor?” the principal teased.

“I don’t need a fucking tutor, you ass.” The student replied, and hung up.

Grudgingly, Eiri decided to work on his homework first. Pulling his bag into the study room, he took out his textbooks and set it all on the low table then, sitting himself cross legged on the ground, he hunched over and began working. As it would turn out, Eiri had been missing a whole lot more than he had anticipated.

What the hell were proofs again? An egg lab? Twenty miles of running and a report of a sport?

Who the hell cares?!

Before long, the morning was gone, and not a single bit of work had been done. In truth, Eiri already knew all the things that needed to be done but it was just that he wasn’t willing to do any of them, not even write his winning paper for the writing competition.

Maybe I really do need a tutor, the young teen thought.

But knowing Tohma like he did, he knew the man would take the liberty of taking up the task himself. That was the last thing Eiri needed, a fucking brother in law who was more worried about him than of his own damn, pregnant wife. Although the incessant calls had recently dissipated…so that annoying man might finally be getting the hint. He was getting a headache now, damn the man.

Eiri closed his eyes and decided a nap would be good for him. Fuck the writing competition.

And fuck work.

He was off to la-la land where his naked sensei, in full Technicolor, was waiting for him with open arms on a satin-sheet bed.


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Shindou Shuichi was a carefree man.

So if there was something he made sure to not do often, it was to worry. Worrying about small things, worrying about his students, and, hell, even worrying about his ex girlfriend who’d cheated on him, were all just things he didn’t do. But what the teacher could worry about, and didn’t bother trying to hide, was worrying about his aide: Yuki Eiri.

The sensei frowned worriedly in the silent room, ignored his students’ curious glances, and let out a heavy breath.

His aide had been missing for four days now and the worst part of it was that he had no idea what was wrong. Was it he who had caused his student to run away, or had something terrible happened, something that might have transpired within Eiri’s family that needed the student’s instant attention? He was puzzled and confused, and worried.

Before he had come in to teach period three, K had informed him that the gaiijin student had come in to first period, stayed second period and then left at the third hour. But Shuichi hadn’t caught sight of him. It wasn’t because he wanted his aide to finish correcting the mountain of papers, either. Far from it actually, because what the Sensei wanted was to help his aide. He wanted to give something back, reverse the tables, since the last deed the student had done in school was to sub for him when he had badly needed a break. Shuichi glanced at the clock which read that there was an hour left of third period.

“Class,” the Sensei called, standing up from his desk and heading to the door, “When you are finished with your test, I trust that you will all behave. Do as you please, but you must remain quiet.” And with that, he walked out the door.

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“Seguchi-san?” Shuichi whispered. He didn’t want to impose on the man, but his question couldn’t wait. He peered through the doorway and his eyes almost watered when he saw how relaxed the man looked, feeling guilty that he would be interrupting the man’s moment of serenity. The Principal’s breath was steady and relaxed, form still as he reclined in the office chair reading a book. His skin, pale from lack of sunlight, glowed in the light, and he had such a peaceful air about him. But then those teal eyes rose to meet Shuichi’s, and the principal smiled at him with welcome.

“Ah, Shindou-san,” he greeted, “Please come in and sit.” As soon as the teacher did, the principal twined his fingers together resting his elbows atop the table, and propped his chin up on the back of his hands. “Are you faring well with your new class, Shuichi?” he asked, dropping the formalities, though both were more than once familiar with Ryuichi’s scolding about that habit.

Shuichi bit his lower lip, “Anoo…Tohma…I’m a bit worried,” he finally let out.

Tohma’s smile remained intact as he happily said, “Don’t worry about Class Four, Shuichi, K has it all under control. They’re actually doing almost as well in their school work with K as their teacher. But the old times when you were their Sensei proved to have been more useful of course--“

“No!” Shuichi quickly interrupted, though his voice was still as humble as ever towards his employer, “Actually…I’m just worried about a particular student…and I thought you might know what would be wrong.”

The smile gone now, replaced momentarily by an expression of confusion, the Principal looked at Shuichi questioningly. Politely, he inquired, “Which particular student are we worrying about, Shuichi?”

The teacher squirmed uncomfortably under the man’s gaze.

“Yu…Yu-Yuki Eiri,” he whispered, rapidly adding, “I know it’s not my place, but he’s been missing for four days, making it five for today, and I thought…you might know…since you’re related to him.” He glanced up at the man with a desperate look, one which the principal failed to understand.

“Ah, your aide, yes?” Tohma’s eyes closed and crinkled pleasantly as he smiled, “Don’t worry about him, Shuichi. Eiri is doing some catching up with his school work.”

Shuichi blinked. Catching up with…school work?

As if reading his mind, Tohma nodded, “Yes. He does this all the time, coming close to failing all of his classes and waiting until the last minute to bring them up again.” Tohma turned his back from the teacher, stood and opened the window blinds, allowing a little light to filter through, “There is a Cambridge Literature Acquisition that happens once in a decade in this school. It’s the best that this school has to offer, supported by five other major schools in the world.”

“That’s amazing!” The teacher exclaimed, nearly hopping out of his seat, “Yuki-kun will win right?”

Tohma smiled affectionately. One of the reasons the Principal had hired the man was because he knew Shuichi had a Ryuichi-like attitude. He had been right in his assumption that the school needed a much energy like so.

“I’m afraid not.” Tohma responded solemnly, cutting the teacher’s celebration short. When Shuichi tensed and scowled, he offered an explanation, “A student must have grades no lower than a 4.0 point average to enter the competition. Eiri-san will never make it on time when he has two weeks to get all his homework finished, checked, and graded. There’s also the matter of his other subjects. Simply put, he can’t make it…though I really want to say it could be contrary to my belief.” Tohma returned to his seat and smiled at the seething teacher, “Don’t worry. Another opportunity will arrive for Eiri-san sometime this year.”

The principal couldn’t help but wonder why the teacher had developed a sudden interest in his brother in law. The news that Eiri may not be able to enter the competition due to his grades really seemed to down the man’s happy meter. The principal shook his head and berated himself silently. He had just realized he had blabbed to his best friend’s cousin about his worries for his brother in law.

“Shindou-san, don’t worry. Eiri is working hard.”

Not wanting to overstay his welcome, the small teacher stood, bowed humbly to his boss, and mumbled a soft “Thank you,” before exiting the office.

Before Tohma returned to his book, the principal couldn’t help but feel that had been something odd about the conversation that had just transpired. Unable to pin point it, the Principal returned to ‘Gone with the Wind’.


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The visit which was supposed to alleviate his concerns had backfired.

Now, not only did he know that his aide was failing, but Tohma had also made him aware that Eiri could have been winning some sort of Cam Bridgette…Literate-whatever. Well, Eiri would have if only he hadn’t taken the boy’s time to try and check his papers that he himself had been procrastinating on working. The young sensei blamed himself upon his aide’s downfall.

“Oi! Shu-i-chi!”

The pink haired man looked up to see his thirty year old cousin running to him, invigorated with zeal he wished he had.

“Why are you sad, na no da?” the man asked through his pink bunny, the plush toy was the very color of his young cousin’s hair. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

Shuichi blinked, “Boy…friend?” he frowned, “Ryuichi, what are you talking about? I just got over my last relationship. I don’t need another one right--“

“KUMAGAROU BEEEAAMM!”

Shuichi dodged the beam, turned and walked away in a huff. He wasn’t up for any play right now, not when he had a student to worry about.

“I mean the student!” Ryuichi called, picking up his bunny and running after the man, “Tohma’s tiny cousin, but actually bigger than him!”

“You mean Yuki?” Shuichi asked.

Ryu nodded, “Yeah. Your boyfriend.”

“Oh, Ryuichi, stop that,” the younger man scolded, without breaking stride, “He’s not my boyfriend. He is my student.”

“Okaay!” the other one shouted, “But just so you know, that grouchy boy of yours is mean!”

Shuichi stopped in his tracks, turned around to face his chibi elder cousin, and stared.

“He ignored me and Kuma’s new dance because he said he had to do ‘school work.”

The younger teacher strode over his relative, excitedly grasping the man’s shoulders, “Where is he Ryu?”

Ryuichi gave a blank stare before reaching to perch his bunny on Shuichi’s shoulder, then said, “Kuma says he’s in the room with lots of computers!!”

And that was all that needed to be said. Shindou Shuichi, whose energy was suddenly inexhaustible, put on his Pegasus shoes and ran off, not even bothering to stop when Ryuichi called for his bunny.

“Ay yi yi!” Ryuichi scolded, running after his small cousin. And he had planned to play with Tohma first…

“The computer room!” Shuichi exclaimed eagerly, breathlessly, as he ran. In a little less than thirty seconds, he found himself dashing down the hall of the second floor to room 2-1. So it wasn’t a rumor! His student really was in the building, never mind the fact that he hadn’t seen the boy all day.

The first thing he would do was cheer his student on. That’s what Yuki Eiri needed, right?

Arriving at the door, Shuichi clutched the handle and was ready to burst in to shout a loud ‘Yuki!’ when, through the door window; he caught sight of the lone figure illuminated by one of the unit screens. He was stopped short by the source of joy himself, that pale figure in the darkness, glowing face staring intently at the computer screen, one hand clacking away at the keyboard while the other scribbled notes in a notebook.

He stopped. The last thing Shuichi wanted to do in the spur of the moment was to break the flow of the boy’s concentration. Watching the student in the computer lab, Shuichi suddenly understood clearly what the student needed most. It was so clear that he had to smile softly to himself as he backed away from the door and headed up to his classroom, all the while ignoring his cousin’s own intent stare upon his back.


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Tock’ tock’ tocktocktock.

Yuki opened his eyes.

He had just gotten home from school thirty minutes ago, and after researching and writing a ten page report on ‘football’ the student was more than willing to fall unconscious. That was until the continuous knocking brought him out of his dreamless sleep, a slumber which for once had been spared of naked images of his teacher.

With a growl, Eiri stood, prepared to kill whoever it was who had interrupted his rest.

“What the hell do you want?!” Eiri yelled, throwing the door open. Which he immediately regretted. He had expected his brother in law, but there was no blonde hair at the other side of the door. Caught completely off guard, the young man choked back a moan at the delicious sight of his sensei, whose tank top strap had slipped off one shoulder where he clutched a bag over his back.

“Sh-Shindou-sensei?” Eiri inquired, wondering, since when did his teacher know where he lived? The former teacher of Class Four smiled sheepishly. Anyone could tell he was more than a little scared of the student.

“Uhm…ehh…is this a bad t-time?” he stuttered nervously, looking up at the tall and handsome student. Eiri bit back another moan. He was guilty for dreaming, on more than one occasion, about fucking this man before him, but he sure as hell didn’t regret it. He didn’t regret anything where Shuichi was concerned.

“No,” he mumbled, “Sorry about that. I thought you were someone else.” Eiri heard the Sensei’s sigh of relief and was puzzled. Did he really think Eiri would shout at him like that? The younger man continued with a question, “Why are you here, Sensei?”

The violet eyes widened in excitement as he replied enthusiastically, “I’m here to keep a promise!” he moved forward, closer to his student and stood on his toes, reaching up to tap the young man’s forehead, “Remember when you became my aide? I told you I’d help you with school work, didn’t I?”

Eiri blinked. Then slowly he realized what his sensei was saying. Tutor. Shuichi, his man.

Alone.

Thank you, Gods…

“Uh…yeah,” the student replied, stepping aside to silently invite his sensei into his home. “How did you know…to help…?” he asked, watching as the teacher hauled in a large green carry-on bag. The happy-go-lucky teacher set his things down and grinned up at the interrogator,

“I’ve been checking Class Four’s papers since someone,” he punctuated it with a stress on the words, “left me for three days. And then I realized that I hadn’t seen any of your papers so I figured that it was my fault since I’d been keeping you from all of your classes.” The teacher took off his shoes, continuing on, “Then Seguchi-san contacted me and told me to check on you for him since K couldn’t do it, he was too busy with the other kids, and he asked me to tutor you.” Shuichi bent the truth a little. He had actually gotten Ryuichi to get Tohma to worry over his younger brother in law.

Eiri smirked behind his teacher’s back at the thought of Tohma’s miserable and failed ploys at annoying him.

“See! There you go again- spacing out on me! Do I really talk that much?” Yuki glanced at the pouting Shuichi and didn’t reply. He was too busy thinking of how cute that lithe body looked, watching his Sensei turn to wander aimlessly down the hall. “Okay! So I’m ready to teach you. Where is your study room?”

Maybe school work was another form of blessing…


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“Do you understand that now Yuki-kun?” Shuichi asked softly, looking hopeful and pointing to the current work with the tip of his pencil.

Eiri, on the other hand however, had made no such progress. All he’d done while the teacher explained the work was stare at the Sensei’s face, relishing the close proximity of their bodies. He had stared at the paper after his sensei finished showing him how to solve the problem, but he just shook his head, an indication that he still didn’t understand. Shuichi just patiently smiled and copied down another problem.

“Yuki-kun, it’s really easy. You just create two columns on your paper. Label the one to the left ‘Statements’, and the one at the right ‘Proofs On the Statements’ then you copy the facts given to you, and on the proofs’ side you tell them that it was given. Now what you have to do is prove why line m is parallel to line k through the postulates and theorems you know about transversal angles. For example, on this one, we know that angle 1 and 8 are congruent….”

Eiri sighed, deciding he had better act like he was paying attention this time, tore his eyes from Shuichi’s face and looked down at the paper. This was perhaps the fifth time it was being explained to him this evening. B while the teen had grasped the concept of Statements and Proofs by the second explanation, he had simply loved the way his sensei tapped the pencil to a certain, unfamiliar beat, explaining patiently with that melodious voice over, and over, and over again…

“So what do you think the theorem is?” Shuichi asked.

“Alternate, exterior…” the teen withheld another sigh, “angles…converse.” Eiri’s eyes widened slightly. Damn, he hadn’t meant to say anything. Although, watching the pink haired freak jump excitedly up and down, alternating from left foot to right, was just as rewarding and amusing as the quiet patience.

“That’s amazing!!” Shuichi exclaimed. He handed his pencil and paper to Eiri, saying excitedly, “Can you do one now without my help Yuki-kun?”

Eiri finished the problem in ten seconds flat…which earned him another sight of the ecstatic ‘Happy Dance’.

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After a few more problems done, the teacher was finally satisfied and decided that the young man had the concept down. Shuichi slumped against the wall and glanced at his hardworking student, now left to work by himself. He liked to watch the boy sitting next to him, his back straight and hands furiously flying across the paper with pen in hand. Was this how all writers looked like?

“Take a break with me, Yuki-kun.” The teacher pouted, feeling it was unfair that his student hadn’t even paused to criticize his laziness.

The student shrugged him off, “You’re not the one trying to catch up to a deadline, Sensei. Take your break alone.” It was meant to be a form of ‘no thank you’ but somehow, to Eiri’s own ears, it ended up sounding like ‘shut the fuck up’.

“Tohma told me.” Shuichi said softly, yawning as he glanced at the clock, which read seven thirty. “He said you’ve been gone because you’re trying to pull up your grades to enter the Cam-- CLA.”

Eiri continued solving his geometry problems, though his pace had considerably slowed as his nerves strained to divide his attention. Two-thirds to his sensei and the rest to work.

“It’s amazing,” Shuichi continued, tilting his head back to stare up at the yellow ceiling, “he said you were a great writer and that you would win no problem…all you needed to do was raise all your grades to an A average.” Eiri caught the quiet sigh that escaped his teacher’s lips, “I felt so guilty to hear that, because I’d been driving you to do work for me longer than necessary, and I’d kept you longer than I was supposed to…not to mention you subbed for me last Monday.” By the time the confession of guilt sank in, Eiri’s golden eyes had moved away from his school work and to the man who was, of course, oblivious to his gaze, looking up at the ceiling.

“I owe you a lot for helping me. That’s why I want to help you now.” Shuichi pushed himself up against the wall and smiled at his student, finally noticing the pair of eyes on him. He went on, wanting to calm the student’s intense glare into a softer expression, blushing more than a little, “I’m serious! If you want to, we could plan for a reward for you when you get your work done!”

Eiri turned away, back to working on the paper as he pointed out, more harshly than he intended, “If you’re helping me out of pity, I don’t want it. I’m not a grade-schooler.” The student knew he might be reading his sensei’s message the wrong way, but whatever the teacher was trying to convey to him, the student felt more than depreciated. It was bad enough that the older man didn’t seem to be interested in him, but to be pitied as well…

“No!” Shuichi cried, but when Eiri seemed to be less than disinterested, he snatched the pencil out of Eiri’s hand and flung it across the room. When he had the young man’s attention, he tried to plead his case, “That’s not what I meant Yuki-kun! What I was saying was that it’d be good if you had something to look forward to just to push you along the way!”

The pink haired teacher saw it fairly clearly that the student wasn’t convinced. That had been the last thing he wanted his student to think, when all of this was not pity.

“I mean it!” Shuichi implored, holding his student’s gaze, then blurted, “Like if you asked me to go with you on a date, I would go with you not because you finished your schoolwork but because I want to!” He gasped and covered his mouth

“Well I’d ask if I could, you baka!” Eiri shouted back in irritation.

Too late.

All that had been said was said and done, and a strange silence settled after the outbursts.

No matter how both men replayed what was said, they couldn’t cover up and hide the meaning behind their words well enough. There had been no loopholes or allowances to get them out of the trouble they’d gotten themselves into now. Eiri looked down at his sensei, and Shuichi met the teen’s eyes lingeringly before dropping his eyes away in defeat and nervousness.

Eiri’s heart soared. Did he really hear right? Did his sensei really want to go out with him? And did he really say what he’d been dying to say to his object of desire?

“Did you… mean it?” Eiri whispered, dropping all his work behind. He turned away from his desk to drown in those violet eyes that met his gaze briefly before glancing away, “Because…if you did, then…” Eiri bit his lips, here goes, “then I really will ask. And the date will be…my goal and I’ll know that it’s not pity.”

God he sounded like a lovesick housewife.

When there was silence, the teen sighed softly. He knew it had been too good to hope for. He and his Sensei had spent a lot of time with each other recently, and he was fairly certain there hadn’t been any signs from his sensei liking him the way he did the Sensei. There had been no sign of physical attraction from the man, though they’d held hands a few times…and--

“Of course I meant it.”

Eiri’s eyes quickly snapped back to his Sensei, whose focus remained on him with that wide and sweet smile. The teacher looked adorably cute, kneeling before Eiri, so small that he needed to raise himself off his heels just to be eye to eye level with the teenager. Eiri looked into his teacher’s eyes, sparkling brightly a sky blue hue.

The teen laughed at himself. Gods, he must have made a pitiful sight to the man, a teen with a big fat crush…but who cared? Eiri could see his reflection clearly in his teacher’s eyes; he saw his desire…and didn’t hesitate. Pinning Shuichi with an intense stare, he reached over and pulled the man into his arms, down towards him. With Shuichi finally seated in his lap as he had dreamed of for so long, his gaze focused on those soft lips which had haunted his dreams, and chased his mind unceasingly in his wake,

“Deal?” Eiri asked. As he leaned in to close the distance between them, he felt his one sensei’s arm wrap around his neck, and in the moment before he captured those lips with his own, a subtle whisper followed, confirming,

“Deal.”


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