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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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And with their blasphemous healing, the Tyrants seduced more to their worship. Day by day, more fell to their corruption, accepting their deviant behavior broadcast to the world. Sexual depravity not seen since Sodom and Gomorrah spread like cancer.

—excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Thursday, July 4th, 2013 – Samnag “Sam” Soun

I sat at the desk of my new house, gifted to me by Mark and Mary after I agreed to be their Holy Vizier. When I offered to be their Holy Vizier, I meant it as a joke, but they took it seriously. They had involved me with their sordid religion over the weekend, dragging me away from my work. I had to finish translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor and then figure out how to make the bodyguards impervious to bullets.

And I had to do all of that with a horny girlfriend.

I met Candy a week ago at the Muff Diver lesbian club. I used her to cast the Shophkah spell which gave me a clit that could turn into a dick, which I loved. I needed to trib her to power the spell. While the music pulsed around us, I cast the spell, grew my first cock, and fucked her hard.

She loved it. When she realized I knew magic, she begged to be my girlfriend and, well, she was so sweet and wonderful. And I had just fucked her. I couldn’t say no to her. And I didn’t regret it, not really. She was a bright girl despite her outlandish hair—half dyed bubblegum pink, the other cotton candy blue—and we talked a lot about my research.

But she was also very horny. She found dickgirls so hot.

Which is why she was beneath my desk, her lips and hands stroking and my thighs, nuzzling towards my naked pussy. I groaned, trying to concentrate on the passage. It was another spell—the book was full of them—and it promised to be a healing spell.

Mark and Mary would be very interested in—

“Candy,” I gasped as her tongue licked at my clit, sending a shiver through me that was impossible to ignore.

“Yes,” she purred and licked again, her eyes dancing with impish delight.

“I thought you promised to help me,” I moaned as she nibbled on my clit. I ached and throbbed. I could feel the magic of the spell waiting to be unleashed, to swell my clit into a cock and fuck her with it.

“I am helping,” she purred. “I’m helping you relax. You’ve been working since you woke up. That was three hours ago. It’s okay to take a break.”

“I’m so close to being done with this translation though,” I moaned as she licked again.

“And it can wait a little longer,” she purred. “Why don’t you take a break, Sam?”

“And it’s not because you’re horny?”

With mock outrage, she gasped, “How dare you say that when I am just looking out for my sexy witch. I need you to be healthy. I can’t have you being stressed and getting sick. You need to be in top form.”

“So I can summon my cock and fuck you.”

“It’s a sacrifice I make,” she purred and licked my clit again. “But you need to relieve your stress one way or the other. My body is available. You can enjoy any of my holes.” She licked again. “My mouth.” She sucked. “My pussy.” She sucked again. “My asshole.”

She sucked hard on my clit. I groaned.

“Candy,” I panted, my poor clit throbbing. I leaned back into my chair, unable to fight her. I let my dick grow and swell. “One blowjob. Then I’m getting back to translating, and you’re going to organize my notes like you promised.”

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned, licking the growing tip of my dick.

I shuddered, a thick shaft thrusting before me. I pushed up my glasses as she stroked the olive shaft with her fingers, her digits so much lighter than my flesh. She sucked on just the tip, her lips sealed tight, cheeks hollowing. My pussy clenched as my hips rose from my chair.

I groaned, her sucking banished the dull ache that had been forming behind my eyes. I squirmed on my computer chair, running my hand through her hair, stroking from pink to blue and back again as she swallowed more and more of my dick. Her mouth was so warm. So wet.

So wonderful.

“Candy,” I sighed, my pussy clenching again, juices trickling out. My hands slid up my body, cupping my small breasts and rolling my dark-brown nipples.

Candy purred about my dick, a humming excitement that had me shuddering and shifting in my seat. I took deep breaths, twisting and pinching my nipples, licking my lips, as I enjoyed her blowjob. She bobbed and sucked, her tongue always moving, always caressing. Her hand on my shaft stroked down to my pussy lips.

And caressed them.

Her eyes glinted wickedly as she stroked up and down my labia. My pussy clenched as she teased the outside, her sucks growing harder. I squirmed with each one, my pussy aching to be penetrated and filled.

“Finger me,” I moaned. “Finger my pussy and suck on my cock. Make me cum, Candy. You love it. You love drinking it down.”

She nodded her head, sucking on only the tip of my girl-dick. I trembled again, letting out a gasp. My fingers clenched on the arms of the chair as my feet rubbed and slid across the floor. My chair creaked again as my hips rose.

Her fingers shoved into me.

“Candy,” I moaned, two fingers pumping fast away. She sucked harder, ramming them in and out of my depths. “Oh, yes, that’s what I need.”

I pulled on my nipples, biting my lips. My glasses slipped on my nose and I didn’t care. My pussy clenched on her thrusting fingers as the sensations rippling through my body all met and melded together in core of my being.

My orgasm built by every twist of my nipples, suck on my cock, and fingers reaming my cunt. I trembled, moaning through clenched teeth as my body shuddered, alive with the wonderful pleasure stirred by my lover.

“Candy,” I panted. “I’m going to cum.”

That encouraged her to suck harder, hungry, aching for my cum to fill her mouth. I moaned again, eyes fluttering. My chair creaked beneath me as her fingers rubbed along the top of my pussy. My eyes widened, realizing what she was searching for.

I came hard when she massaged my G-spot.

“You wonderful, sweet dessert,” I moaned as my girl-cock erupted.

The amazing sensation of firing jizz out of a cock rushed through me. My body bucked with each blast dumping creamy delight into her hungry mouth. I groaned, pinching my nipples so hard while my pussy spasmed about her fingers. Each blast sent a wave of dizzy stars washing across my vision as I groaned and panted.

“Candy,” I moaned, my legs spasming. I shuddered, shook. And slumped forward, resting my elbows on my desk, my head leaning over the book. “Oh, you are delicious.”

She sucked again, eager for every drop of my girl-jizz. I took in deep breaths, my eyes staring at the Aramaic text spread out before me, reading the square, Babylonian letters. Aramaic was a sister tongue to Hebrew spoken in the Babylonian empire. The square letters of Aramaic had replaced the older style of Hebrew script and…

“It’s a healing spell,” I gasped, shuddering. “This spell can heal the injured, the sick.”

Candy popped her mouth off my dick. “And they have a wounded slut and several of the bodyguards. They’ll reward you for this discovery.”

I smiled. Mark and Mary would have so much power, and they would share it. They were so generous to those who served them. And I would serve them. I would discover new powers for them and my rewards would be vast.

“Let’s go,” I said, standing up naked. Clothing was optional in my new life.

* * *

Mary Sullivan – Puyallup, WA

Excitement beat in my heart as the limousine pulled up at the entrance to Good Sam hospital. Twenty minutes ago, I had been relaxing in bed with Mark. Our last three days had been busy, the first two spent in New York City then we flew back early Wednesday morning and spent the afternoon attending three funerals. The first, and hardest, was Chastity’s funeral. Then we had 05’s funeral, whose real name was Dove Atterberry. The third funeral for Lucy Garnet, 63, was held in the evening. And today we had two more funerals to attend: Fawn Avery, 34, and Friuza Rostami, 78. Tomorrow would be the final two funerals for Jeannette Kerry, 22, and Sasithorn Metharom, 30.

So I had been looking forward to relaxing with Mark, recovering from the grief.

And then Sam and her girlfriend with the weird multi-colored hair burst into the house. “I found a healing spell,” Sam had declared.

I had sat up at once, my heart thudding. I could heal my friend Alice. She had been in a coma since she was forced to shoot Mark last week. My mother had confessed to me she used Alice to assassinate Mark, amping up Alice’s jealous feelings for me.

My friend would be healed. She wouldn’t have to die because of what Mom did. After Alice was shot by the bodyguards and rushed to the hospital, the doctors did what they could for her, but one round had entered through her throat as she fell and lodged in her brain, The doctors did not expect her to ever wake up.

I had been so wracked with guilt for what happened to Alice, fearing it was partly my fault. If I hadn’t spent so much time with her, making her think she had a chance of loving me, maybe Mom, when she was a nun, wouldn’t have used Alice.

“This will work,” Mark said, patting my arm. He was supportive of healing my friend despite the fact Alice had almost killed him. He understood. It really wasn’t my friend, but Heaven and the damned angels who used my mom, not telling her she was trying to kill her daughter and future son-in-law. They were the real enemies

“It will,” I said, confident. Sam said this would work, and she was smart.

Leah opened the door, dressed in her sexy chauffeur’s outfit: short, black skirt, fishnet stockings, a white bustier that displayed her large breasts beautifully, and the blue and red tie that dangled between the slopes of her breasts. She looked so cute. A small, black jacket and a chauffeur’s cap completed it.

“Sir, Ma’am,” she purred. I was so glad that Leah was our chauffeur again. We had so much fun with her two weeks ago.

Mark slid out first, then held out his hand to help me up. I smiled at him, loving the gesture. Eight bodyguards, 51 leading them, formed up around us as we walked into the hospital. Nurses and orderlies blinked when they saw us.

More than a few bowed—our worshipers.

“I want to do this alone,” I told Mark as we reached Alice’s room in the ICU. “Okay?”

“Sure, Mare,” he said, giving my hand a squeeze.

I took a deep breath as I opened the door to Alice’s room and slipped in. She looked so sad lying on the bed. She had bandages wrapped about her neck and a tube down her throat, the end taped to her mouth. Every few seconds, the mechanical wheeze of the artificial lung pumping air into her would fill the room. IVs and sensors dotted her body while monitoring equipment beeped around her. Dean, her husband, sat next to her, clutching her hand. He was wearing a rumpled T-shirt and sweatpants. He looked like hell, eyes baggy and bloodshot, his face covered in ragged, black whiskers.

“Hey, Mary,” he said, not looking up, his voice hoarse.

He had been by her side ever since she got shot. Guilt stabbed at my heart. He still loved her, was devoted to her, and he did not know that Alice was cheating on him with me. And with her yoga instructor before that. He also didn’t know that she was preparing to divorce him, wanting to run off with me.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth. Until this morning, we all thought that she was never going to wake up.

“Hey, Dean,” I answered. “Everything’s going to be all right.”

“They’re asking me to pull the plug,” Dean replied with hollow eyes. “Doctor says she’s brain dead. Insurance company doesn’t want to pay for life support. I don’t know what to do.”

“It will be okay,” I told him again as I grasped Alice’s hand. “Trust me.”

Something flickered in his eyes. “You’re a goddess. Can you…?” His words trailed off like he was scared of hearing my answer.

“I can.”

“Please,” he begged. “Save her.”

I took a deep breath and concentrated on her being healthy. Whole. According to Sam, anyone could do this spell, you just had to believe it would work with every ounce of your being. And I knew it would—I had seen too much magic to not believe. I had made deals with the Devil, seen nuns wield their faith magic, and experienced the devilish work of Lilith. My husband was healed by that bitch.

And I would heal Alice.

So I concentrated as hard as I could on Alice being healed, being whole, no longer this sad creature lying before me, wasting away, drifting closer and closer to death. I imagined my lover beautiful, vivacious, passionate.

“Tsariy!”

My shout echoed through the room. Energy rushed out of me and into Alice. Scarlet light enveloped her, a dome of pure crimson. The world swam about me. I felt dizzy. I swayed, so exhausted. My grip slipped from Alice. I fell backwards.

“Mare!” Mark shouted in alarm.

The door crashed open. I felt his strong hands gripping me. I blinked, my back slumped against his chest. He had caught me. The Gift my mother gave him, her nun powers, must have given Mark quick reflexes to act so fast.

I smiled up at him, feeling exhausted, drained. “I’m fine, Mark. Thanks.”

“You sure?” he asked as he helped steady myself.

“Just took a lot of out of me.” I drew in a deep breath as Mark kissed me on the forehead. He was so sweet. I leaned against his solid frame. Sam said this might happen. The more the person was hurt, the more that was wrong that you had to fix, the more energy it took out of you. I felt like I just had run a marathon. With a backpack full of bricks. Uphill the entire way.

Dean had jumped up when the glow had flared. It was gone now. His eyes were wide. “Did it…?”

Alice let out a gurgling choke as she bolted upright. Her eyes were wild, her hands flailing, scrabbling to grab the breathing tube shoved down her throat. She gripped the plastic hose and pulled it, gagging and coughing the whole time. She breathed hoarsely as she flung the tube away. She descended into coughing fit.

“Alice,” Dean gasped as he hugged his wife tightly to his chest. There were tears running down his face as he stared gratefully at me.

“Dean?” Alice asked. She sound tired and confused. “What’s going on?”

“You were shot, dear,” he whispered. “You’ve been in a coma for a week. And Mary… She healed you.”

“What? Mary?” Alice glanced around and her hazel eyes met mine. Her cheeks flushed with color, and a smile grew on her lips. But the smile quickly faded, and her eyes narrowed in anger and jealousy as she realized who was supporting me.

Mark was right—I was blind to her feelings. They were as plain as day.

“Dean, I need to talk to Alice. Can you wait outside?” I asked. “You too, Mark.”

“You are okay, right?” Mark asked, concern on his face. I nodded, and he kissed my cheek. “Okay, Mare.”

“I’ll be right outside, dear,” Dean told Alice and squeezed her hand.

The two men left the room.

Alice looked down at her body, at the IVs stuck into her arms and sensors dotting her body, a mass of wires sticking out the top of her gown. She ripped them out, wincing, rubbing her wrist where the IV needles were embedded.

“Mary,” she breathed and seized my hand, a big smile on her face. “What happened? Last thing I remember was our fight.” She frowned. “And then I had this dream that I shot Mark and…” She trailed off. She must have seen something in my face, some flicker of emotion at the memory of Mark getting shot by her. “Oh, God, that happened?”

I took a deep breath. “I need to apologize to you Alice.” She started to interrupt me, and I placed my finger over her mouth. “Let me just talk, okay?”

After she nodded her head, I explained to her all about our powers and our enemies and how she was used as a weapon to try to kill us. A bewildered expression slowly filled her face as I spoke. “Alice, I wanted to have one normal friend, one person not caught up in all of this. So, I didn’t take the steps to protect you. I did not think our enemies could do anything to you. I’m so very sorry, Alice.”

“I don’t know what to say, Mary. This is just so… crazy.”

I muttered a word. Alice shrieked when I rose into the air, hovering a foot off the ground. It was the same spell Mark used on the Morning Today Show. I couldn’t float too long, I was tired from healing her and was having trouble maintaining the concentration. I landed rather hard, and I had to catch myself on the railing of her hospital bed.

“How did you do that?”

“Magic,” I told her, then took a deep breath. “Do you still love Dean?”

She frowned. “What?”

I had to be careful here. “Dean spent the last week sitting by your side. He loves you a lot. So, do you love him, still?”

“I don’t know.” Alice gave a shake of her head. “I love you, Mary.”

“I love you like a friend, like a sister,” I explained as gently as possible. “But I love Mark. So you have the choice: you can choose to stay with Dean, who loves you, and try to work out your problems, or you can continue to pine after me but never have me the way you want.”

Tears burned in her eyes. “You mean…”

“I will never leave Mark for you. I hope we can still be friends, even lovers, but my heart is Mark’s.” I gave her hand a squeeze and kissed her on the forehead. “The choice is yours, Alice.”

I forced myself to walk out of the room.

“She’s all yours,” I told Dean. “You two have a lot to talk about.”

He rushed into the room. He loved her a lot. I turned, peering through the glass window into the room as I leaned against Mark. They were talking, Alice hugging herself, tears falling down her face. Dean reached out, hands trembling then retreating, his face paling.

I couldn’t fix their marriage. Not without dominating them. And I didn’t want to do that to Alice.

“Let’s go heal Xiu,” I whispered to Mark.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Xiu looked so tiny on her hospital bed. She was sleeping peacefully, her round face relaxed. Unlike Alice, she didn’t have a respirator to breathe for her. She would recover on her own, but she wouldn’t have her uterus. The doctors had to perform a hysterectomy on her. I wanted to return her womb to her. To make her whole.

I broke away from Mary and walked to Xiu’s bed. I took my sleeping slut’s hand. She woke up and smiled up at me.

“Master,” she breathed, her voice tired.

“I’m here to fix you,” I whispered, imagining her whole and fertile again. And then I whispered “Tsariy.”

I grunted as the energy rushed out of me. A powerful wave of fatigue washed through me as Xiu gasped loudly. Scarlet light enveloped her. Her bed creaked. Her hand clenched so hard on mine as she gasped.

“Master?”

“Just healing you,” I told her as the light faded.

She looked so different. The color was back in her round cheeks, and her almond eyes were wide with amazement. The IV needle that had been in her arm had been forced out of her flesh by my healing. She wasn’t as hurt as Alice was.

“Master,” Xiu gasped as she ripped off the various sensors, triggering all sorts of annoying alarms, then threw her arms about my neck. “Oh, thank you, thank you, Master!”

I stroked her face and took a deep breath. It was her turn. “Xiu, I’m going to free you from my control for the next twenty-four hours. I want you to decide if you want to be our slut. Or, if you do not want to be our slut, I will free you.”

Confusion appeared on Xiu’s face as she was released from my control. She frowned, looking at us, then stood up from the bed and walked over to the plastic bag on the counter that contained her personal effects. She stripped out of her hospital gown, baring her petite, olive-skinned body. She was beautiful—her skin was flawless, her ass firm and slim, and her huge breasts swayed as she moved. Those pillowy mounds were topped with dark nipples. She fished around in the bag and pulled out her nipple piercings. She frowned, trying to stick the piercing through her nipple.

“I’m not pierced anymore,” she whispered in surprise.

“I guess I healed you too well,” I grinned, trembling, waiting for her answer. Being naked was a great sign.

Xiu laughed and pulled out her gold choker with her name written in emeralds. She kissed it and I knew that she was my slut. She clasped it about her throat. “I am yours,” she answered then bent over the foot of her hospital bed, grasped her butt-cheeks, and spread them apart, exposing her tight asshole. “Fuck my ass, Master. Hard!” A broad smile appeared on her lips. “Make it hurt, Master!”

“And what about me?” Mary pouted as I moved behind Xiu, unzipping my pants

“I would love to eat your pussy, Mistress,” Xiu said, licking her lush lips. “I am your sex slave. Use and abuse me for your pleasure.”

“Oh, yes, we will,” I grinned as I moved to her. I seized her butt-cheeks, loving the pale-olive tinge. I squeezed them. “Grab my cock and guide it to your asshole, slut.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, her aura flaring black as she obeyed my command.

Her hand seized my cock, moving it to her asshole as Mary climbed onto the bed and spread her legs, exposing her waxed pussy. An eager grin crossed my fiancee’s face, the exhaustion melting away as she was eager for Xiu’s licking tongue. I groaned, my dick throbbing as Xiu rubbed the crown into her asshole.

“Right there, Master,” she moaned.

“Xiu,” I growled. “For the rest of your existence, you are our slave. You will do anything Mary or I tell you with a smile on your face no matter how disgusting or degrading, slut.”

“I will, Master!” she moaned. “I’m your slut!”

I thrust my cock.

Xiu screamed in pain as my dick rammed into her ass without any lube. She shuddered, her face pressing into Mary’s snatch by the force of my thrust. I could hear how much it hurt by how she grunted and groaned as my dick seared into the depths of her bowels.

And I knew how much she loved it. Xiu was a pain slut. She got off on being hurt. Being fucked in the ass without any lube was one of her favorite activities. I groaned, feeling her hot bowels wrapped about my dick as I pulled back and thrust again.

“Oh fuck, that’s nice, slut!” Mary moaned. Her green eyes caught mine. I smiled at her as I pounded Xiu’s tight ass. My fiancee undulated her hips, grinding her pussy against Xiu’s licking tongue. “Eat my pussy! Yes, yes, that’s so fucking nice.”

Mary groaned as Xiu rammed two fingers into her snatch. I savored the sight, seeing what I could of Xiu licking and pleasing my fiancee as I slammed my dick over and over into her tight, hot bowels, making her groan and whimper.

“Hurts soooo much,” she moaned. “Fuck my ass, Master! Pound me! Make me scream!”

“Yes,” I snarled, my heart bursting with joy that Xiu had chosen to stay.

Her butt-cheeks jiggled each time my groin slapped into her ass, filling the room with the crack of flesh. I loved that sound. I savored it echoing through the room as I reamed her. I grunted, my dick aching in the depths of her hot bowels. I trembled with each thrust, reaming deep into her bowels, making her gasp and howl with pain as she tongued Mary.

My naughty filly grabbed Xiu’s black hair with one hand and pulled the slut’s face tight against her cunt. Mary’s hips writhed in pleasure. I fucked Xiu’s ass even harder, pushing the slut’s face into Mary’s cunt, making my fiancee moan and gasp.

“Your ass is fucking tight, slut!” I growled. “I love fucking your slutty ass! I love hurting you.”

Xiu moaned happily into Mary’s pussy, her bowels clenching on my dick, increasing her pain. My balls cracked into her taint. I reached beneath her and found her pussy dripping with juices. They poured out of the naughty slut.

She squealed as I rubbed her clit, massaging her bud as I rammed my dick hard into her bowels. The friction was intense. So rough without lube. I groaned, my balls boiling with the pleasure as I reamed her hard.

“Are you going to flood this naughty slut’s ass, Mark?” Mary moaned, her face twisting with pleasure.

“I am, Mare!” I moaned. “Cum on her face. Drown her in pussy juices while I ream her asshole. Listen to her. She loves the pain.”

“Naughty slut,” groaned Mary.

“And she’s dripping wet.”

Mary shuddered, humping, grinding, skillfully brought closer and closer to cumming by Xiu’s lips and fingers. I could just see Xiu’s pink tongue fluttering against Mary’s clit, driving my fiancee wild with passion. My dick ached, loving sharing the slut with my fiancee.

Mary groaned, her back arching, as Xiu sucked on her clit. “You naughty slut,” Mary gasped. “Yes, yes, yes, massage my G-spot.”

“Make my filly cum,” I commanded, pounding Xiu’s ass, my balls thwacking into her taint, heavy, full of cum, eager to erupt into her depths.

“Yes, Master!”

Xiu attacked my fiancee’s pussy. Mary bucked and moaned, her auburn hair flying about her face as she came. Wordless bliss exploded from my fiancee’s mouth. I loved watching her cum as much as I loved fucking the slut who gave her such pleasure.

I wasn’t too far behind her. I rubbed Xiu’s clit faster and faster as she devoured Mary, holding on to my bucking fiancee. Mary’s orgasm peaked. She convulsed and then fell back onto the hospital bed, sucking in deep breaths.

“Oh fuck, that was great, slut!” she moaned.

“I’m so happy, Mistress,” Xiu answered. “And Master’s cock feels so amazing in my ass! Mmm, I’m going to cum, Master!”

“Do it,” I snarled and pinched her clit as hard as I could.

Xiu’s ass clenched down hard on my dick. Her body bucked. Her orgasm exploded out of her as I abused her clit. Her bowels writhed about my dick as her silky, black hair danced about her back, her moans exploding through the hospital room.

Oh, thank you, thank you, Master, for making me cum!”

“Fucking slut!” I snarled and slammed my cock into her depths, the friction rushing down to my balls.

And triggered my orgasm.

The pleasure exploded out of my cock. My face contorted as my cum flooded Xiu’s asshole. I pinched her clit hard as her bowels milked my dick. The pleasure rushed to my brain, bathing my mind in rushes of pleasure. I held onto it as long as I could, embracing the pleasure, joy surging through me that Xiu was mine.

Then it passed. “God damn, that was good, slut!”

“I am so glad I pleased you, Master,” she purred.

I groaned as I pulled out of her ass. Mary leaned back on the bed, watching, her eyes lidded, exhausted from healing Alice. But I had plenty of energy. Xiu turned on the bed and, like the good slut she was, licked at my cock, cleaning her ass off of it.

“That’s it,” I groaned, loving the thrill of a woman licking my cock after it had been in her ass. “You’re a wonderful slut.” I stroked her black hair and smiled at Mary.

“She’s ours, Mark,” Mary smiled back.

“Yes, she is,” I groaned as Xiu engulfed my cock, bobbing her mouth, staring up at me with her slanted eyes. I smiled down at my Chinese slut. I wanted to hold onto this happy feeling as long as I could.

And I had more bodyguards to heal, more women to make whole. All those hurt in my service, those who could still be restored, would be repaired. I owed it to them all.

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