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The following is an extended preview of a BRAND NEW 71 PAGE STORY available only to subscribers at a $10 or higher tier. Writing is my sole form of income, and I'm only able to do it as much as I do because of my wonderful subscribers. If you enjoy my writing I implore you to take a look at my SubscribeStar or Ream pages (both places get the same content) and consider supporting me whilst unlocking benefits for yourself such as exclusive stories and early access to every update I post. Thank you ❤️  https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- There was a second reason for Vi shifting in her seat. Her usual morning poop was overdue, and it was getting increasingly uncomfortable to ignore it. She hated having to go in search of her dad or Katie, but if she spent too long waiting for one of them to come to her, she could end up with a far more disgusting problem on her hands. “I have to go.” Vi typed. Then after a second, she added another message, “Sorry.” Before Olivia could respond, Vi set herself to offline on the instant messenger. She needed to find some way of assuaging Olivia’s curiosity and concern, if she kept pushing her away then one day she would simply never show up online again. Vi stood up and put her dressing gown on over her pyjamas. She carefully walked down the landing after making sure the coast was clear. There was no reply to a knock on the master bedroom door. That was strange. Vi checked the other upstairs rooms and they were all empty. She went downstairs, slowly and cautiously, and still couldn’t find either her father of stepmom. She did find Clarissa, however, the oldest of Vi’s stepsisters was reclining on a sun lounger in the backyard wearing a bikini that Vi wouldn’t have had the confidence to try even if she didn’t have to wear the bulky disposable. “Have you seen my dad?” Vi called out as she pushed open the backdoor. “They’re out.” Clarissa responded without turning to look back towards the house, “They’ve taken Kimmy to a birthday party or something.” The news hit Vi like a bucket of cold water. Neither Simon nor Katie were home, it was just her, Laura, and Clarissa. That meant there was no one to change her diaper, and as she felt a pressure beginning to grow in her bowels it became clear just what a problem that might soon be. “But… neither of them came to my room this morning…” Vi said almost desperately. “Why would they go to your room?” Clarissa asked. This time she did sit up, using her elbows to lift her back and looking at Vi over the top of her sunglasses. Vi had no good answer for that. She simply turned away and walked back towards the stairs, acting like she hadn’t heard or seen Clarissa’s obvious interest. Her sisters were already suspicious of her, it seemed she had just given them something else to whisper out as they all tried to work out what was going on with Vi. Vi climbed the stairs and then felt torn as to what to do next. The bathroom was right there, the door open and inviting, the toilet unoccupied and ready to be used. However, the last time Vi had taken her diaper off she had been left in absolutely no question as to what would happen if she did it again. She would be in more trouble than she could imagine. She bit her fingernail and turned away, feeling her tummy rumble ominously as she did so, there was no choice, she would just have to hold on and wait. Back in her bedroom, Vi closed her door and bit her lip as she looked around. It didn’t feel like she would be able to sit still. She paced up and down the room, it was ludicrous to need the toilet so much, have one readily available and yet she was still just standing in her room, clenching tightly and hoping for the best. With each step she felt the diaper rubbing against her butt and inner thighs, it was almost inviting. Vi needed to distract herself. She sat down with a book that had been sat on her shelf for a year or more without being read. She opened it up and barely got a page in before she had to put it down. She couldn’t concentrate. In fact, her anxiety was slowly building with each passing minute and only making her task even harder. She bit her fingernail as she felt a cramp run through her intestine. This was stupid. There was no way Vi was going to hold on until her dad or Katie got home, kid’s birthday parties could go on for hours. She picked up her phone and opened her texts; she scrolled to her dad’s name and started rapidly tapping her thumb on the screen. “Hey, I need the toilet, can I go?” Vi typed out quickly. She hesitated for a minute before pressing send. It was an embarrassing question, but she needed an answer. Vi placed the phone on the bed next to her and watched the screen as it darkened. She hadn’t expected to have to wait for a response. She was again tempted by the toilet just down the landing, but the punishment she would face if she used it was also clear in her head. The spanking had been one of the most humiliating moments of her life, and there had been a lot of competition for that spot recently, she could only imagine another punishment would be even worse. She checked her phone again. Still nothing. Minutes passed but they felt like hours. Vi kept looking at her phone but no new notifications were coming through. It felt like the clock must’ve been broken with how slow it was ticking. Every moment that passed seemed to ratchet up the pressure on her bowels just a little bit more. It had got to the point where she was having to grit her teeth to get through the multiple cramps that were rolling through her intestines. There was a knock at the door. Vi was immensely glad that whoever it was hadn’t walked straight in as she had both hands down the back of her pants and pressing against the diaper. She spun around and moved her hands away. “Go away.” Vi called out. Her voice was as strained as the muscles in her bowels felt. “Aren’t you supposed to have chores?” Laura called through. Vi wanted nothing more than to swear at the twelve-year-old. The girl seemed to be put on Earth just to torment her, she enjoyed nothing more than watching Vi picking up after her, so it was no surprise that she was the one to notice her older half-sister was missing. “I’m busy.” Vi said. She sat down on the edge of her bed and looked towards the closed door. “You should be busy working.” Laura shouted smugly. Vi opened her mouth to respond angrily but was stopped by yet another cramp. It felt like her insides were folding over on top of themselves in a bid to do the one thing they were there to do. She bent over forwards and gritted her teeth, holding her breath as she waited for the moment to pass. Instead of getting over the crest of the cramp and finding any relief in it passing, Vi instead felt the pressure and urgency growing. She felt a hot flush go through her, a realisation that her battle was about to end. It would’ve been too late to run to the bathroom even if she had wanted to. Vi’s hole seemed to start relaxing of its own accord, she tried to stand up but her body didn’t want to, it wanted to make itself as small as possible. “Vi?” Laura called out from outside the door, apparently annoyed that her goading wasn’t getting results, “I’ll tell mom you’ve been slacking!” Vi looked at the door and just prayed it remained closed. She was down in a squatting position and felt beads of sweat on her head as she closed her eyes. Her body pushed before she was ready. She gasped and whined as she uncontrollably soiled herself. Her sphincter loosening up and the poop rushing out and into the diaper. She could feel the mushy waste spread out against the padding, warming her skin in the most disgusting way. She knew it would be worse than wetting herself, but she didn’t realise how gross she would immediately feel. “Vi!” Laura called again impatiently, “I want you to make me lunch!” It was all over in mere seconds. Vi crouched next to her bed panting as if she had run a race. The first tendrils of the smell that she had caused were wafting up from the diaper she had just soiled so suddenly and thoroughly. She was shaking a little as her brain caught up to what she had done. She had pooped her pants. Something she couldn’t remember ever doing before. Vi suddenly realised that if she didn’t say something soon that Laura was going to burst into the room. That absolutely couldn’t happen. “I’ll… I’ll be out in a minute.” Vi shouted. She sounded nervous and was terrified her voice would give something away. Vi waited with held breath. Her attention split between the silence at her door and the heavy mucky feeling coming from between her legs, where her diaper drooped more than she would’ve thought possible. Eventually, it seemed, Laura accepted this small wait as Vi heard her stamping off somewhere else. There was no time to waste. It was obvious Vi couldn’t leave her room in her state. Moving was the last thing she wanted to do, but she had no choice, if nothing else, her legs were starting to ache. She slowly stood up and let out a hissing breath as she felt the poop rub against her body. “Gross, gross, gross… Oh, it’s so gross…” Vi muttered as she screwed her face up in disgust. Vi knew her stepsister wouldn’t be patient for long. The next time Laura came to the door, she probably wasn’t going to knock. Vi looked around her room. The only option she saw was drastic. Walking to the far side of her desk, Vi braced against the metal frame and shuddered as she bent over a little and felt her skin touch the slimy contents of the diaper. She started to push. It took a lot of effort, but she managed to move the desk in front of the door to stop it being opened. When she was happy that no one would be able to get in, she fell against the wooden surface, her forehead resting on the keyboard. Vi had time to think and that quickly seemed like quite the cruelty. She started to sob. It was hard to believe she found herself in such a position. The diaper felt horribly hot and she wanted nothing more than to rip it off, but suppose she did that, what would happen next? As soon as Katie discovered what she would done everything would be so much worse. “So pathetic…” Vi sobbed as she stood up. The smell was quickly poisoning the air around Vi. She went across and threw her bedroom window wide open, desperate for the fresh air. Once that was done, she had nothing to do but think. She was stuck in the messy diaper until her dad and stepmom got home, she still had no idea when that would be, it could even be hours. She didn’t even want to contemplate that amount of time in the diaper. Just as Vi suspected, it only took five minutes before Laura was coming back to the door. She made sure everyone knew what she was doing as each footstep echoed around the walls. Vi quickly moved across the room and braced the desk just in time to see the handle turn and Laura attempt entry. “What’s going on?” Laura demanded, “Let me in!” Vi said nothing. She didn’t know what she was hoping for. It would be difficult to explain all this strange behaviour later, but that was a problem for the future. In the present, she had to concentrate on more pressing matters. “I’ll tell mom!” Laura exclaimed through the door. Vi remained silent. She pushed against the desk and just prayed Laura would give up soon. Her younger stepsister kicked the door a couple of times before growling in frustration and walking away. Vi remained leaning against the desk for another couple of minutes, just making sure it was finally over. She let out a deep breath and realised she was sweating. Unsure of what to do next, Vi looked around the room. She really wanted to avoid sitting in her own mess if it was at all possible, and she was also afraid of leaving the door unattended in case Laura came back. The desk had her computer on top of it, thankfully it hadn’t fallen over during the commotion. She pressed the power button whilst standing in front of it. She looked at the chair and ruled out sitting down no matter how uncomfortable she felt hunched over the desk. The computer started up with it’s usual sounds. The bottom right corner of the screen seemed to suddenly burst with notifications. Vi saw that she had a lot of missed messages and, as usual, most came from Olivia. She scrolled quickly through them; they were mostly just her friend trying to say hello. Vi quickly set herself to “appear offline.” She wasn’t going to start having a conversation when she was in such an awkward position. Vi went online and started looking around her usual websites. A couple of times she was able to distract herself to the point that she almost forgot she was wearing a poopy diaper, only remembering when she reached a hand back to scratch an itch and feeling the padding wrapped around her waist, and the squishiness underneath. It didn’t take long for Vi to get bored. She found herself closing a tab of a website and then immediately opening it back up as if hoping something new would’ve somehow appeared. She felt so disgusting and any time she allowed herself to think of what she must look like, what she must SMELL like, it was enough to bring tears to her eyes. “Hey, what’s up?” Olivia typed. Vi closed her eyes and cursed her computer for switching her back to online. As usual, it wasn’t like she was unhappy to talk to her friend, but it just wasn’t a good time. It never felt like it was a good time recently. “I’m OK.” Vi replied. She hoped her rather blunt and short answer would dissuade any potential follow up conversation. The smell in the room seemed to be getting better. Vi wasn’t fooled though. It had very few places to go and as she was still wearing her loaded diaper, she knew the smell must only have been getting stronger. She only hoped the door would be enough of a barrier to stop it from infecting the rest of the house. She shifted on her legs, being bent over the desk was hardly the most comfortable position to type in. Olivia, having no way to know anything was up, engaged Vi in small talk. At first Vi found it quite annoying, then she started to relax and enjoy the conversation. It wasn’t like she’d be doing anything else interesting if she wasn’t talking to her friend. For a few minutes things almost felt normal, as long as she could ignore the lumpy feeling pressing against her butt. Vi even laughed at the screen a couple of times, she couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed like that. “So, are you all set?” Olivia asked. “All set?” Vi replied, confused. “For your vacation!” Olivia said, “It’s in a few days, right? I’m super jealous!” Vi’s heart sank. The vacation. With everything going on it slipped her mind often, but it was looming ahead in a terrifying way. She desperately didn’t want to go with the rest of her family, she was sure the diapers wouldn’t stop just because they were on holiday, keeping them hidden sounded like an impossible task. Her mind conjured images of herself in a bikini at the beach, only underneath the bikini bottoms was a giant bulging diaper. “Oh, right, yeah.” Vi typed. She tried to fake an enthusiasm she simply didn’t feel, “I’m looking forward to it.” “Are you sure? You don’t sound it.” Olivia replied. “No, I am.” Vi lied, “It’ll be fun.” Any excitement and enjoyment Vi felt for talking to her friend had been leeched away. She felt it emptying out of her just like her bowels had done. Poor Olivia had no idea why Vi suddenly found herself so anxious. “I have to go. I’ll talk to you later. Have fun on your vacation if I don’t speak to you beforehand!” Olivia signed off with several heart emojis. It still took several minutes before Vi heard the front door and, shortly afterwards, heavy footsteps on the stairs. She assumed it was either her dad or her stepmother, she wasn’t going to move the desk until she found out, just in case. The handle on the door moved and she braced against the desk. When the door didn’t open there were repeated bangs against it. “Vi? What are you doing? Open this up immediately!” Katie’s shrill voice was as recognisable as it was unpleasant. “Just a minute…” Vi called out. The sloppy feeling from inside Vi’s diaper was worse than ever. She waddled with legs as wide as possible over to the desk and pushed against it to slide it away from the door. It opened immediately to Katie’s face of thunder storming inside. Simon followed and closed the door behind him before any of the stepsisters could look in. It was a small mercy. “What on Earth is going on in here?” Katie demanded. She was looking around the room as if she might catch evidence that Vi had been smoking or something. “I, erm…” Vi muttered. “Dear lord, that smell!” Katie interrupted before Vi could say anything. “Oh dear…” Simon said quietly as he raised a hand to cover his nose. “I… I can explain…” Vi stuttered. Her eyes were full of tears. How was she going to explain her poopy diaper and the blocking of the door? There was no explanation that wasn’t that she had simply been hiding. “No need.” Katie muttered. Her eyes flashed darkly. Vi sniffed and wiped her eyes with the back of her wrist. She had fallen so far. She looked up very briefly and saw her dad looking on with a mixture of pity and disgust. He had a weak stomach, at least that was his excuse for not getting closer to Vi, for not hugging her and telling her it was all going to be alright. Katie, of course, never had the pretence of the caring mother, not to Vi at least. She simply looked irritated that Vi would do what she had done, as if it had somehow been a deliberate act from her. She wanted to snap back that she was only in the position she was thanks to Katie’s rules. Getting angry was pointless though. She’d played that game before, it never ended well for her. The scene seemed to be frozen for several very long seconds. Vi waited for someone to do something, hopefully change her. It was, of course, Katie who finally made the first move. She went and retrieved a fresh diaper along with baby wipes and powder. Vi was secretly pleased, at least it meant she was going to get clean underwear again. She may not have wanted another diaper, but she couldn’t pretend that she greeted a clean and dry one as relief after the one she was currently wearing had gotten as bad as it had. “I’ll, erm… Check on the other girls…” Simon mumbled. He’d been backing up towards the door, almost like a child that thought that if they moved slowly enough no one would notice they were moving at all. “You do that.” Katie replied as she dropped the diaper on the bed, “I’ll clean up your daughter.” It was hard for Vi to really get a read on the situation. She knew Katie’s extremely dominating personality had long cowed her father into near subservience, but it was the first time she could remember her stepmother really acting at all hostile towards him. Katie didn’t have a lot of room to complain, Vi thought to herself, it was her fault that anyone had to be dealing with the gross diaper after all. “I could do this myself.” Vi muttered as she exposed her diaper and laid down on the bed. She winced as she felt the mess in her underwear get pushed against her body again. In some ways she was glad she wasn’t going to have to be the one to deal with it. Vi didn’t get a reply. She instead closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was somewhere else. She searched her brain for old memories, something to immerse herself in until the change was finished. She remembered visiting a friend’s house when she had been in middle school. It was a slumber party, and they’d just eaten their fill of pizza before they watched a scary movie, it must’ve been around Halloween time, it had been on of the best nights of Vi’s childhood. She remembered the fun she had playing games and… “Lift your butt up.” Katie’s voice broke through the vivid scene that Vi had painted for herself. Vi responded like an automaton. She did as she was told and lifted her hips in the air. The only diaper was slid away and new one replaced it. Vi tried to reconjure the memory she’d managed to immerse herself in for the diaper change, but it was gone. She sighed. It was probably for the best. There was no point soiling those memories like she had her diaper. “Maybe we should tell your sisters what is going on.” Katie suggested idly as she sprinkled baby powder on Vi. “What!? Why!?” Vi immediately snapped to attention. “If they knew, you wouldn’t have had to wait for me to change you.” Katie said. Vi stared at her stepmother. It was impossible to know if she was just goading Vi into a response or if she was genuinely crazy enough to not realise why Vi would be against the other girls finding out about the diapers. She decided it was the former and didn’t deign to reply to Katie. She got the impression that getting into an argument would not benefit her one bit. “Try to keep this one clean, OK?” Katie said as she stood up. She dropped the messy diaper into a plastic bag which she tied up. Vi stared daggers at her stepmother until the door to the bedroom was closed and she was left alone again. --- Vi walked around as if she had a date for her execution hanging over her head. The vacation was in just a couple of days. Vi wanted more than anything to get out of going, she had a horrible feeling that the minor miracle she had kept going, of her stepsisters not finding out about her diapers, could not possibly survive the holiday. “Keep up.” Katie called over her shoulder. Vi had been slouched over with her hoodie pulled up as she followed the rest of the family. They were at the mall. It had been decided that they needed some things before they got on their flight and, for some reason, it was necessary for the whole family to go. Vi had been freshly changed before she put on her baggiest pants and a hoodie that she had found at the back of her closet. The outfit did a good job of hiding the diaper, but it was not meant for the summer heatwave. She was boiling. In front of Vi was her father and stepmother. As soon as Katie had spoke Vi had peaked up at them from under the hood that she was using to hide her face as much as possible. Katie was holding the hand of Kimmy who was babbling away about something and paying no attention to anything. In front of them was Clarissa and Laura. They’d tried to use the warmth to go out in their, rather revealing, vacation outfits but Katie had put a stop to that. They were occasionally looking back at Vi and whispering, no doubt wondering why their odd stepsister was acting even stranger than usual. As a family they walked through the doors of the mall. The air conditioning that hit them was a blessed relief, especially for Vi. She lowered her hood and wiped her sweaty hair out of her face. She took a deep breath and knew she just had to try and get through the day. There had been a lot of that lately from Vi, days that she just tried to endure without anything worse happening. To Vi’s surprise a majority of the time at the mall was actually quite easy. Clarissa and Laura were much more interested in retail opportunities than her, she was able to almost melt into the background a little, forgotten by the rest of the family, and that was more than fine. She’d almost expected Katie to have some horrifyingly embarrassing set up for her, a trip down the baby aisle or something, but Katie’s attention was elsewhere. Vi was able to breath a sigh of relief. Though maybe Vi grew a little too relaxed as she tried to stop herself from waddling around the mall. Whilst they were in their third fashionable clothes store, with Clarissa and Laura using it as an opportunity to model outfits Vi knew her dad would be pushed into buying for them, she started to wet herself. “Uh oh…” Vi muttered. “What was that?” Simon asked as he turned from the impromptu modelling. “Nothing.” Vi quickly said with a shake of her head. It felt like the blood had drained from her face whilst her cheeks simultaneously glowed red. “Are you sure you don’t want to try anything on?” Simon asked. It was almost like he had briefly remembered he was supposed to her father, Vi thought bitterly. “I’m fine.” Vi answered shortly. It was the strangest feeling. Stood in the middle of a semi-busy store, Vi was having a conversation with her dad even as she felt the heat of her urine spreading throughout her diaper. She tried to hide what was happening but there was no doubt that even her oblivious father had picked up on something weird. He had leaned over and whispered something to Katie who very briefly turned to look at Vi. Vi kept willing her bladder to stop. How much pee could it possibly hold? The wetness spread up the front of the diaper and simultaneously ran towards the back, creeping up towards both waistbands as the padding soaked it in. All Vi could do was close her eyes and beg it not to leak. Since it had been bone dry, apart from a little sweat, beforehand, she didn’t need to worry. The diaper handled her soaking. However, there was now a problem. Vi could already feel that the padding had expanded, pushing into her thighs. Whilst the diaper was fine for one big wetting, she was very worried about another one. As much as she hated to admit it, Vi needed a diaper change as soon as possible. Vi bit her lip. She had no idea how to handle the situation, and she certainly couldn’t be sure that her parents would keep what had happened quiet. Her hands were clasped in front of her and the fingers of one hand tapped repeatedly on the other. She stepped forwards to try and have a discreet word with her dad, then lost her nerve and stepped back again. Repeatedly, she tried to tell someone what had happened, but her fear of humiliation stopped her. “Can we get the outfits?” Laura asked. Vi cringed at the puppy dog eyes Laura looked at Simon with. He was basically an open chequebook for them, they knew that. He was reaching into his back pocket for his wallet even as he put up the flimsiest resistance. It did give Vi an opportunity though. With Laura and Clarissa disappearing behind the curtains to change back into their regular clothes Vi seized her chance. She stepped forward causing both parents to turn towards her. Her heart was beating extra fast as she swallowed her shame. “I… Well, I… So…” Vi stuttered as the words wouldn’t come to her. “Do you need the bathroom?” Simon asked his struggling daughter. “It’s, erm, a little late for that.” Vi replied quietly. She could feel heat flushing her face. Vi didn’t know which reaction was worse. The way her father looked at her in apparent surprise or Katie’s disappointed sigh and shake of the head. Vi didn’t know how this could’ve been a surprise for either of them. What did they expect her to do? Tug on their sleeves and ask to be taken to the potty as if she was six years old? She didn’t think too hard about it though. After all, she could’ve walked off and found the bathroom herself, and she definitely didn’t want to think about how little warning she got about needing to wet herself. “Your mother can take you after we’re done in here.” Simon said. He managed a thin smile and a reassuring pat on the arm. “She’s not my mother…” Vi muttered as usual. It did no good. They were already turning back to see Clarissa and Laura coming out of the changing rooms with multiple outfits in each hand. Vi waddled along behind everyone else to the checkouts. The line felt interminable as she desperately wanted a clean diaper. Well, to be precise, she didn’t want ANY diaper, but she knew one was coming regardless. By the time they were back out on the busy concourse, Vi’s eyes were already scanning for the toilets. She saw them on the other side of the building, just a little further down from where she currently was. “Alright, let’s head for the bathrooms.” Katie said as she led the family through the crowded walkways. Katie held open the door to the disabled bathroom. Vi cringed as she noted that the sign on the outside said that it had an adult changing table among its other accessibility options, “In here, Violet.” “Wait, why is mom going in with Vi?” Clarissa asked with a frown. Vi had no answer to that. There was no sensible answer as to why her stepmother would be leading her into the bathroom. She quickly ducked her head and walked inside, somehow hoping that the weirdness would be forgotten by the time she came out again. Katie followed and locked the door behind her. “Alright, get yourself on the table.” Katie said tiredly as she pointed at the changing table on the far wall. “Quiet!” Vi hissed in the echoey room, “They might hear you!” Vi knew the mall was noisy, especially when it was as busy as it was, and she knew the door they had passed through was thick, but she wouldn’t have counted out the chance that her three stepsisters would have their ears to the door to try and work out what was happening. There was no way she could explain all of this. She would just have to stone wall them and hope they moved on to other things. “Violet, I would prefer to get this over with so we can go home.” Katie said simply. Apparently, she didn’t share the same concerns Vi did. Vi slipped off her baggy pants. She looked down and could see that the wetness indicator on her diaper had changed a deep blue, a warning that it was nearing its limit. She climbed up on the table, feeling a little surprise that it took her weight even though she wasn’t overweight, and looked at the wall next to her. It felt somehow worse to be changed on a changing table rather than a bed, even more embarrassing. The front of the diaper was lowered and Vi let herself thinking of better places and times as cool wipes were used on her skin. It was somewhat of a relief to be out of the soaked diaper, the worry of leaking receding as it was pulled out from under her. Katie, of course, had packed a spare in her bag that she unfolded and slipped underneath her prostrate stepdaughter. She used some diaper cream and sprinkled baby powder liberally leaving Vi smelling like a baby. She pulled up the front of the diaper and taped it closed, basically locking Vi into it. Thankfully the baby smell seemed to be mostly confined to the diaper and Vi doubted anyone would notice unless they got up close and personal with her underwear, at which point she’d likely have more pressing issues to contend with. Katie held the door open and Vi walked back out into the mall. Perhaps her father had said something to the stepsisters, they glared at Vi suspiciously but didn’t say anything as she sheepishly walked past. On the way in she had been hanging back, now she walked ahead, more eager than anyone to get back home. --- You can read the full 71 page story right now at either of the following: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mnjbhl1ff0505b https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2427142

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