Voracity

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Voracity
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Voracity: The condition or quality of being voracious.
Voracious: Having or marked by an insatiable appetite for an activity or pursuit; greedy: see Uesugi, Tatsuha.
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The stage was set.
The impatient crowd waited as the lights went down. The low murmuring rose to a roar as flashing blue and red lights flooded the stage . The roar became deafening as a slender young man dressed in black pants, and boots, and a steel-studded red sash took center stage. His short black vest barely covered his chest, and two silver necklaces laced his throat.
The singers head was lowered, his face hidden by a spiky fall of rich brown hair. He stood in silence until the thunder of music started, and the remaining members of the band were suddenly, and dramatically spotlighted.
In the audience, in the front row, a dark-eyed, dark-haired man barely out of his teens felt a wicked thrill as the well-known strains of Nittle-Grasper's 'Predilection' filled the air.
Ignoring the jostling of the other fans around him, he watched the performer avidly, greedily, barely able to restrain himself through the first frantic set of songs before he finally lost control and somehow ended up on stage...
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“I hope you know how lucky you are to be alive right now,” Tohma Seguchi drawled in his deceivingly calm voice as he followed a thoroughly disheveled Tatsuha Uesugi up a dimly lit path to the entrance of a luxury Tokyo home.
The younger man barely spared him a glance. “I know - but I also know you haven't decided if you're going to let me live yet, or not,” he drawled right back, shrugging his shoulders in his snug black and white riding leathers as he lightly jogged up a short but wide flight of steps to his brothers door.
“I'm just glad I'm not in jail anymore. There was this big foreign guy who asked me if I had a boyfriend.” Tatsuha winced. “The curse of being beautiful, I suppose,” he sighed mournfully.
“You deserved that,” Tohma said from the bottom of the stairs.
“What? Nobody deserves that. Are you still mad at me? I don't see what the big deal is.” Tatsuha bit his lip in thought, and frowned as he tried to recall just which of his many pockets he'd hidden his key in. Somehow, in the manic chaos earlier, even though his motorcycle riding leathers were made unbelievably tough, a lot of the seams and pockets had been ripped, and he was worried he'd lost it.
“You 'don't see'? Obviously not. Allow me to refresh your memory for you, Tatsuha - you attacked Ryuichi Sakuma on stage in front of 50,000 people,” Tohma said dryly.
Scowling, Tatsuha turned to face him. His handsome face was streaked with smudges of dirt, and there was a thin line of blood at the corner of his lips. “Hey,” he protested, pointing a finger down the steps at Tohma, “ I didn't attack him! I just did what everyone else in that crowd wanted to do once they saw him come on stage in that fuck-me outfit!”
Tohma wasn't appeased. “You practically gave him a tongue bath on national television, you depraved pervert - and you very nearly caused a riot with your lust.”
“Again, see previous statement!” Tatsuha replied blithely, digging absently in a hip pocket for his purloined key. It was just as well his brother and his lover weren't home for the night. If Eiri knew he'd had a copy made, he'd probably skin him alive. But, oh, well. He didn't have any other place to stay while he was in Tokyo - his sister and Tohma had already made it clear he could sleep on the streets for the stunt he'd pulled. He'd just have to deal with Eiri in the morning. For now, he didn't care about anything other than a chance to shower, sleep, and remember the feel and taste of Ryuichi's skin against his tongue...
“...could have damaged him for life, you know how he is,” his brother-in-law was saying coolly.
Tatsuha paused and squinted at him suspiciously. “He's like, as old as you are. He can't be that innocent. Besides, he didn't press charges, did he?” he finished smugly.
“No, I did.”
“Yeah, nice try there, but it didn't stick, did it? Nyeh,” he stuck his tongue out at the other man.
Tohma sighed. “Why can't you just stick to groping Shuichi Shindou?”
Tatsuha grinned lasciviously. “Heh. Do you really think I wouldn't if my brother wasn't lurking in the shadows to throw me off his balcony every time I come to visit? He's the second best thing to Ryuichi there is!”
“You really have no shame.”
“Not when it comes to Ryuichi Sakuma.” Tatsuha shrugged hopelessly. “What can I say? The guy gets my blood hot every time I see him. What do you guys expect from me, anyway? I'm a sexually repressed virgin, and if that's not bad enough, I'm practically living like a monk in my family's temple. I can't be held responsible for my actions when he's in sight - not to mention when I hear him sing - “
“You are a monk - and if you're a virgin, I'm really a woman. I can talk him into getting a restraining order, you realize.”
Tatsuha's heart stopped. “Even you wouldn't be that cruel!”
“Oh, but wouldn't I?”
“Fine.” Tatsuha crossed his arms petulantly. “I won't jump him again.”
Tohma shook his head. His eyes shone malevolently under the brim of his hat. “Not good enough, I'm afraid.”
“What?!”
“I want your solemn vow that you won't molest him him with your tongue ever again...that is, of course, unless he gives you permission,” Tohma added under his breath with a mental eye-roll of disgust.
“What's that?” Tatsuha asked, not hearing the last part.
“You heard me,” Tohma said. “There's nothing I can do about it if he doesn't mind suffering through your occasional visits - but NO tongue.”
That was easier said than done to the man who could still taste the coveted rock star on his lips. In panicked desperation, Tatsuha blurted, “I resent that! I barely got a taste of him before your goons dragged me way!”
Tohma watched him with a slightly annoyed expression. “A taste of his tonsils, perhaps. Add being banned from any future Nittle Grasper or Bad Luck concerts to that restraining order,” he added mercilessly.
Tatsuha growled in frustration. “You really are a heartless rat-bastard, you know that?”
Tohma knew this was his brother-in-law's childish way of agreeing to cooperate, and smiled.
Tatsuha found his key, and turned away. He had the key in the lock when he suddenly whirled back and called after the retreating blonde. He gave him a considering look in the gloomy dawn, raising a questioning eyebrow. “But what if he molests me?”
“Go. Home. Tatsuha.” Tohma said pleasantly enough, but his black coated figure looked very sinister in the morning mist.
Tatsuha blanched a little, but recovered enough to call, “What about my bike? It's still at the car park!”
Tohma kept walking, back towards the waiting limo. “Someone will deliver it in a few hours - you can thank me by leaving Tokyo, little brother.”
Sending the other man's back a slight sneer, Tatsuha let himself into the dark, quiet apartment. He'd go home all right - but not back to Kyoto, not just yet...
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“Well, don't you just look shot-to-shit. You idiot. What the hell were you thinking?” Eiri Yuki asked his brother early the next evening when he finally dragged himself out of the bed in the guest room.
Tatsuha yawned widely, mussing his hair with his hands as he gave his naked body an overly-indulgent stretch.
His golden-haired brother was leaning over him, giving him a mild glare through the smoke drifting upwards from the lit cigarette clamped in-between his narrowed lips. At least he wasn't screaming at him.
“Thinking?” he finally answered with a confused blink at his older brother. “You can't expect a man to be able to think in the god-like presence of Ryuichi Sakuma!”
Eiri shook his head, and straightened, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You are out of your damn mind, brat. You've finally lost it.”
Tatsuha grinned un-repentantly. “I haven't even begun!” He looked around expectantly. “Where's Shu-chan?”
“He's working today - unlike some people I could name,” Eiri muttered around his cigarette. “And don't call him that.”
“Aw, jealous,” Tatsuha leapt up and scrubbed his brothers bright locks before darting out of pounding reach and into the bathroom. “Being employed is overrated, you know. Just look at how much time you and Shuichi have to spend apart because of your careers.”
“You're a priest, moron, as obscene as it is to call you that. That means you're employed, too, in a way.”
Coming back to the door, Tatsuha made a face at him. “Yeah, like I can really earn a living doing just that.”
Eiri narrowed his golden eyes. “That's not the point - and for god's sake, put some clothes on, will you, you ungrateful little degenerate.”
Tatsuha frowned, and grabbed a towel to cover himself with while the water in the shower warmed up.
His brothers eyebrow arched. “Just how the hell did you get in here anyway?”
“Made a key.” Tatsuha tensed, making ready to bolt.
“Remind me to smother you in your sleep later,” Eiri surprised him by grumbling.
Tatsuha relaxed a little, relieved he was going to escape without a maiming - this time, anyway. “So where exactly is Shuichi today? N-G?” he asked cheerily.
Eiri stared him down, knowing exactly why he was asking.
“That's a yes,” Tatsuha exclaimed with a restrained giggle of excitement. “Are you going to have lunch with him?”
The beleaguered author only gave a grunt of disgust and walked away.
Tatsuha smiled with fiendish glee as he pictured walking into N-G behind his brother - he'd dress to impress, look so damn hot, even Ryuichi, in all his feigned innocence wouldn't be able to resist him -
“Son-of-a-bitch!”
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“EIRI!”
Eiri nearly dropped his coffee on his keyboard a few minutes later when he heard his brother bellow frantically from the shower.
“Oi, Bro! Brroooooo!”
Setting his jaw against a growl, Eiri impatiently stomped to the his office door. “What is it, you nitwit?!”
“Help! I need to borrow some clothes!” Tatsuha wailed pitifully.
Grinding his teeth, Eiri crossed the hall to his bedroom. He didn't want to loan any of his expensive clothes to his brother, but knowing Tatsuha, if he didn't, the silly fucker would probably follow him into N-G that afternoon in nothing but his birthday suit...
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Tatsuha paused, hands tucked into his borrowed suit-jacket pockets, and waggled his brows at the receptionist. “Hey, you're new. How's it goin', sweet cheeks? I'm Tatsuha Uesugi.”
The redhead giggled. “Hee-hee. Oh, my, you're cute, Tatsu-chan.”
Eiri reached back to grab him by the collar and push him along in front of him. “Stop embarrassing me.”
Stumbling, Tatsuha tossed his hair out of his eyes, and glared at his brother. “Asshole! What if my Ryuichi saw me looking so grace-less? I'd never forgive you!”
“My soul is bleeding,” Eiri muttered as they stepped into an elevator in the lobby of the N-G building.
Snorting, Tatsuha straightened up, readjusting the expensive black suit, and the tailored grey shirt underneath it. “If your suit gets wrinkled, it's your fault,” he warned Eiri.
Eiri looked down his nose at him. “I know you go commando. Do you really think I'm going to wear that damn thing again? Burn it for all I care,” he said harshly.
Offended, Tatsuha looked down at himself. “Hey, I'm wearing shorts today!”
Eiri rolled his eyes at the ceiling, and stepped out of the elevator onto lush carpeting.
“Besides, what's wrong with us sharing? Our boys are closely related!” Tatsuha said cheerfully beside him.
The studio door they were walking to suddenly opened, and Tohma Seguchi himself came walking out.
“Oh, hello, Eiri-san,” Tohma said cheerfully, deliberately ignoring a beaming Tatsuha.
“Gimmie' your hat,” Eiri stated sourly.
“Anything for you, Eiri - but why?” Tohma asked curiously, one hand reaching up to touch the brim of his feather-rimmed black hat.
“I'm gonna' puke in it.”
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“Where the hell is Shuichi now?” Eiri asked, peering around the lounge. Nakano and Fujisaki were there, the former slumped tiredly on the couch, and the latter conscientiously making notes at a high pub table - but he didn't see 'The Idiot' anywhere.
“I'm getting bored - where's Ryu-chan?” Tatsuha sighed, obviously oblivious to the fact that they'd only arrived about ten minutes prior.
“I'm sorry, Tatsu-chan,” Tohma stressed mockingly. “I already gave orders that Ryuichi be escorted by his bodyguards from the building.”
“You did it on purpose, didn't you?!” Tatsuha snapped, jumping up from his place at a long table. “You saw me coming and made sure he would be out of my reach, didn't you?!”
“I called ahead and told him you'd be crashing,” Eiri commented.
“Betrayed by my own brother,” Tatsuha sulked.
Tohma shrugged, but his eyes gleamed with an amused malice. “You are an un-invited guest, you know,” he pointed out.
“Bullshit, I'm family! Ask Shuichi!”
“Speaking of,” Hiro Nakano inserted, nodding his red head at the door.
Shuichi pushed through the door just then, looking tired already, but happy. “Hey, Hiro, I - “ he stopped short at seeing Eiri, and then pounced, reaching out to hug him.
“Yuki! Yuki! You're really here! I'm so glad you came - “
Eiri stopped him dead in his tracks with a hand in his face. “Get away from me before I catch your stupid.”
Shuichi dropped to the floor, twitching like a squashed bug.
“Shu-chan!” Tatsuha rushed over to pick him up, giving him a quick once-over grope under the guise of 'helping' him.
Shuichi made a frustrated noise and quickly pried the other boys hands off. “Would you let go? I don't run around grabbing your boy-parts all the time, now, do I?”
Tatsuha frowned. “Yeah, that's true. Why don't you?” He sounded offended at being left un-molested.
Shuichi let out a faint gurgle and fell over again - which only gave Tatsuha another excuse. They were arguing while everyone else watched on, when suddenly the door opened again - and in walked Ryuichi Sakuma! He was followed by K, and Sakano, of course, but Tatsuha only had eyes for the rock star.
He abruptly let go of Shuichi, who hit the floor with a shocked yelp, and ran over to embrace his god. “Ryuichi-hunny!”
“Gah!” Ryuichi barely had the breath to protest after Tatsuha got his arms around him.
“Drop Ryuichi and I might allow you to live,” K stated in a deadly voice above the sight of his gun.
“Fast. What do you do, man, keep it in your ass? Geez, way to harsh my boner,” Tatsuha muttered under his breath as he reluctantly released the singer. “You're in a rotten mood - the Mrs. deny you, or something?”
“I wasn't in a 'mood' - that is, until you said such a rude thing about my beloved wife. Now I'm inclined to take my bad mood out on you.” K glared down at him, pointedly clicking off the safety.
Sakano pushed himself to the fore, adjusting his glasses nervously. “K-san, you can't shoot Yuki-sama's brother - not in here, at least. The carpet isn't stain-guarded.”
“Hey!” Tatsuha protested. He gave the bespectacled man the nastiest look he could muster. It was his trademark, “I'm sorry, are you currently living in my universe?” look. It was a respectable, though more humane variation on his older brother's, “I'll eat your face and swallow your soul", look.
“And you, Uesugi-san - will you stop eyeing Seguchi-sensei like he's lunch? It's disrespectful,” Sakano continued distastefully.
Tatsuha's mouth watered. “If only,” he said, his voice half-sincere, half-taunting.
“I thought you were leaving early today, Ryu-chan,” Tohma said, smiling, but obviously boiling underneath at having his plans thwarted.
“Oh, I just wanted to say good-bye to Shuichi!” Ryuichi chirped. He turned to Shuichi and grinned, waving. “Bye!”
Shuichi smiled weakly. “Bye.”
“Oh, but you can't leave yet!” Tatsuha blurted. “I just got here!”
“But weren't you just leaving, too, Tatsu-chan? K, perhaps you will do us all a favor and escort Tatsuha from the building?” Tohma requested graciously.
K smiled.
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“Gah! No! Please don't make me leave!” Tatsuha begged as he grabbed K's pant leg and allowed himself to be dragged across the floor.
K kept marching on, him face grim with determination as he walked toward the door.
“Aw, man! This sucks out loud!” Tatsuha sobbed. “Is it so wrong to want to be with the man I love?!”
“Wait!” the voice of his angel called out.
K stopped. Reluctantly.
Tatsuha dropped his hold on K's leg and looked up to see his idol looking down at him with a sweet smile.
“I love you, Ryu-chan!”
“I understand.” Ryuichi said solemnly.
“Y-you do?” stammered Tatsuha. He looked up at his darling in bewilderment.
“Of course I do, silly! I too, have been bound in the apron strings of obsession, and spanked with the broom of love!”
“Y-you have?” Tatsuha grinned like an idiot.
“Yep.” He bent down on one knee, and pulled something off his wrist - a black jelly bracelet. “Here. This is for you! I won it out of a crank toy machine in New York City. It's really lucky!” He picked up Tatsuha's hand, making him shiver, and slid the bracelet over his wrist. Then he looked at Tatsuha with a knowing eye.
“Unrequited love is quite a burden to bear,” he commented with sudden seriousness.
Tatsuha frowned. Unrequited love? Was...was Ryuichi trying to tell him something...? His heart gave an agonized thump as he started to dissect what the rock star had just said.
“On that satisfying note, I think I'll walk you out myself, Ryu-chan,” Tohma announced smugly.
“Okay, Tohma-chan!” Tatsuha seemingly forgotten, Ryuichi bounced up, taking the other man's hand and going out the door with him.
K offered Tatsuha a glance full of pity.
“There's something not quite right about that kid,” Eiri muttered, lighting up a forbidden-in-the-building cigarette.
“Don't you say anything bad about Ryuichi!” Shuichi threatened.
Tatsuha stood up woozily, shoving his frightening doubts to the back of his mind. He recalled the past moments and gave an evil giggle, eyes awash with dark fantasies. “Aprons, bondage, spanking and brooms - he must be into some pretty kinky stuff after all.”
K sighed, and everyone could tell the manager was considering putting the guy out of his misery. “Man, you really weren't listening at all, were you?” He left then, presumably to escort Ryuichi safely home.
“Ryuichi-sensei isn't interested in a relationship with you, Uesugi-san,” Sakano stated soberly. “I'm sorry to disappoint you, but - “
Tatsuha's eyes suddenly cleared, and he lurched over to him, throwing a friendly arm around the stiff older man.
“You know what? You need to relax, Sakano-san! Take some personal time, chill out!”
“What?! I-I don't have time to take a vacation!” Sakano sputtered, disturbed and surprised by the close contact.
“You don't even have to leave the building for what I'm suggesting,” Tatsuha purred.
“I'm not sure I want you to elaborate on that,” Sakano muttered suspiciously, starting to sweat.
Tatsuha slid a friendly arm around the producers shoulders. “You need to get laid, man! The new receptionist on the first floor is smokin'! Failing that, you could take things into your own hands, if you know what I mean?” Grinning a wicked white smile, he gave the other man a suggestive shove.
“What?!” Sakano looked horrified, and tried frantically to push Tatsuha away.
“Aw, come on, you know what I mean. Don't be embarrassed! Go ahead! 'Mug the tiny tourist', 'Roll the sushi' - ”
“Ugh, will you stop it? That's your biggest problem, you know that? All you think about is sex!” Sakano accused, cringing.
“Don't over-exaggerate, you prick. It's really only about sixteen hours a day,” Tatsuha defended himself.
“Huh?! S-sixteen?” the producer looked faint.
“Yeah, the other eight, he's having it,” Eiri added flatly.
Tatsuha gave a small, bashful laugh, raising a hand to rub the back of his head. “Heh. Not really. You know it's all about Ryu-chan these days. After you've fallen in love with him, there's no time for anything else. I'm saving myself for him!”
Horrified, Sakano grabbed his own cheeks with both hands, clutching them so hard his eyeballs almost popped out. “Don't you ever worry about what people are going to think of you when you say things like that?!”
“Nope. I'm a guy,” Tatsuha said proudly. “Which also means 'flowers fix everything', and 'you don't have to like a person to have great sex with them'.”
“Y-you're a fiend!”
“Aw! I'll be your friend, too, Sakano-san!” Tatsuha loomed over him, eyes sparking.
“I said 'fiend'! 'Fiend'!” Sakano yelped desperately.
“Get away, you pervert!”
Tatsuha leaned back, pouting. “I don't mean to be a pervert!”
“Yeah, you and almost everyone else around here. I bet there's something in the water,” Eiri mused, not-so-gently nudging Shuichi with an elbow.
“Yuuu-kiiiii! Why do you always point out my shortcomings?” Shuichi cried half-jokingly, shaking his fists.
Yuki took a moment to respond, taking his cigarette from between his lips, and exhaling slowly. “I didn't say a damn thing about your dick,” he said coldly.
For a moment there was dead silence.
“I think that was the cruelest thing I've ever heard anyone say,” commented Fujisaki.
“Not really. I once overheard a disgruntled date of Eiri's accuse him of being hung like a little girl,” Tatsuha added cheerfully.
Shuichi snapped out of his stunned trance and pointed triumphantly at his lover. “Ha, bastard! Bet you didn't see that coming!”
Yuki's golden eyes narrowed, flashing like a predators.
Shuichi cringed.
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Tatsuha watched, amused as his brother determinedly dragged Shuichi out of the studio by the back of his collar, muttering all along.
“...hung like a girl, huh? I'll show you hung...”
“No, Yukiiiii! Somebody, heeelllp!”
“Shut-up, brat.”
“Yuki, why you - you vicious ogre!”
“Yeah, you love it.”
Tatsuha shook his head as they left. “I wouldn't expect Shu-chan at work tomorrow.”
“What? Why?!” stressed Sakano.
“He probably won't be able to walk,” Tatsuha shrugged, as if it was obvious.
A glorious fountain of red spurt from Sakano's nose, and dizzy from the blood-loss, the dark-haired producer spun in a giddy circle before he collapsed on the floor, a funny smile on his bespectacled face.
“You really need to get laid, man.” Sighing deeply, Tatsuha walked to the door, leaving Hiroshi and a bewildered Fujisaki to the rescue.
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“Oi. You'd better get in there, Tohma. Bro is doing his best to give your producer a breakdown,” Eiri drawled, shooting a thumb over his shoulder at the artist's lounge door as he dragged a swirly-eyed Shuichi away.
“I'd ask why you bothered to bring him here with you today, but I can already sense it's some kind of blackmail. Tsk. He's such a nuisance.” Totally ignoring Shuichi's plight, Tohma walked up to the lounge door only to have Tatsuha open it and step out as he did. He held the door open for a moment with his hip.
“Oi, Tohma-san! I meant to ask you - where the hell is my bike? It still hasn't come to the house yet, and I already promised no tongue,” Tatsuha demanded, his dark eyes narrowed. “What gives?”
“'No tongue'?” Fujisaki murmured cluelessly in the background.
Hiro simply yawned, laying his head back on the leather sofa, seemingly untouched by chaos surrounding them, and apparently un-interested in staging a valiant rescue on either his best friends, or his producers behalf.
Tohma frowned. He was getting extremely annoyed.
“Please, don't make Seguchi-san angry! I'm running out of places to hide the bodies!” Sakano sobbed desperately, coming to, but still on the floor, and clearly at the end of his rope.
“Geez, take the stick out, Sakano,” Tatsuha muttered.
“If you would check, I'm certain your bike has been delivered to Eiri's by now. Then you can go home.”
“Eiri's? I can't go back there right now! Do you have any idea what they're gonna' be doing - “ Tatsuha stopped, dark eyes going round and wide. “Holy crap-shack, I'm gonna' miss it!” he exclaimed, and nearly ran Sakano over on his way out.
Leaving Sakano nearly senseless on the floor, Tohma left the room, shaking his head.
“That's gonna' turn around and bite him right in the ass. I'm almost sad I'm gonna' miss it. Do you wonder if Tatsuha has any idea how completely twisted he is?” Hiro asked the keyboardist, finally breaking his silence.
Fujisaki looked over at him and suddenly smiled sweetly. “Really? I kind of like him.”
Hiro looked up, startled, and accidentally fell off the couch.
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TBC
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Author's Note: Hi! Um..I took a lot of 'creative license' with the characters here, I know. I finished the original Gravitation anime, and manga not too long ago, and felt compelled to write a Ryu/Tatsuha fic. It's crazy coarse, and will probably be kinda' angsty and dirty - hee - a little later on. To be honest, I don't know what the hell I'm doin' with this one, but it's been a lot fun so far, so I decided to try continuing it. I'm determined to keep it funny. Please let me know if any of you have any suggestions or stuff you'd like to see, and I'm sorry if I got any facts wrong. Thanks for reading!
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