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Serendipity
©Joanna Wylde
Prologue
Able and Mali crouched in the pantry, watching the kitchen through a crack in the
slightly opened door. Mom was out there. She was talking to Jax, the man who had checked
into their hostel yesterday. Something about him made Able nervous, although Mali liked
him a lot.
Of course, what could you expect from a little sister? Mali wasn't old enough to
understand that Jax was dangerous, maybe as dangerous as their father had been. But what
could you expect from a three-year-old…at seven, he knew better.
"What are they talking about?" Mali whispered, biting her thumbnail nervously. Able
sighed in disgust. Mali never seemed to understand anything. It was almost scary how
much she didn't know about the world. If he wasn't around to take care of her…
But he would always take care of her, he reminded himself. He was the man of their
family now. Mali and mom needed his protection, something he'd better not forget.
"You have to be quiet and listen," he whispered back. "I'll explain everything later, but
I want to hear what they're saying. If you keep talking we'll miss everything."
Mom was speaking now. She was upset; he could hear it in her voice.
"You know, I'm sick and tired of men who think they need to take care of women," she
said harshly. "I had a husband who took care of me regularly, and I wouldn't wish marriage
on any woman. It's a trap, and Calla's falling into it. It's a trap," she repeated.
Mom was right, Able thought. They had all been trapped with dad. He hurt them. Of
course, Able was able to take dad's licks, but it had been too much for Mali. He looked
down at his sister protectively; remembering what her little face had looked like, all
bruised. He was glad dad was dead. He wished Aunt Calla wasn't leaving. Mom was right.
Marriage was a trap, and Aunt Calla was falling into it. Just thinking about it made the
lump in his stomach swell and burn.
Jax was talking now. The sound of his voice made Able's stomach feel worse, but he
forced himself to listen.
"That's not true," Jax said. "For a Saurellian—"
"Don't give me your crap," Mom replied. Her voice was strong, and Able was proud of
her for standing up to him. She stood and paced across the floor, arms folded in front of
her. "Get out of my kitchen, get out of my hostel. You brought him here; you're responsible
for this. Go back to Saurellia, because I don't ever want to see you again."
Able's expression turned grim and his head started to throb. Not only was Jax a threat
to their mother, it was his fault Aunt Calla was leaving to get married. This was too
much…somebody had to do something to stop him. The sound of his voice caught Able's
attention again.
"I'll give you some space, Sarai," Jax said. "But I'm not ready to leave Hector Prime
just yet. I'll see you again."
"Don't threaten me," Mom replied, her voice sounding tight and harsh.
"I would never threaten you," Jax said. "And I'll never lie, either. I'm not your ex-
husband, Sarai. I'm a good man, and I won't hurt you."
He left the room, leaving mom alone. Able sat back on his heels trying to think. Mali
watched him carefully, her small face twisted in concern.
"What's wrong, Able?" she asked in her soft, little girl's voice. She plucked at his shirt,
looking for reassurance.
"Well, I think he likes mom, and wants her to go with him like Aunt Calla's going with
Seth," Able whispered back. Mali's face crumpled, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You mean mommy might leave us?" she whispered despairingly, her small face
pinched in pain. "What will we do without mommy?"
"Oh no," Able said, pulling her small body on to his lap. He held her close, rubbing her
hair with one hand. It was so hard sometimes, trying to explain things to her. "Mom would
never leave us, Mali. You don't have to worry about that. But Jax might want to stay, and
that's not good."
"You mean stay and be with mommy?" Mali asked. "Like a daddy?"
"Yes, although we don't need him," Able said fiercely. "You remember what dad was
like. He was horrible. We don't want another one of those, do we?"
"I suppose not," Mali whispered back. Daddy had been mean. He used to hurt her, and
hurt mommy. But still…
Jax didn't seem like daddy. He seemed different. Nicer. She had even seen him in the
garden earlier that morning, and he'd waved at her. She'd been too afraid to go near him,
but she remembered how nice he looked. And he'd been tall enough to get her flying disk
out of the tree in the garden. It had been stuck up there for two days. Not even mommy had
been tall enough to do that.
"You know," she whispered. "Kally likes her daddy. He plays with her all the time.
Kally's mommy seems to really like him, too. Maybe not all daddies are like ours was."
"We don't need a father," Able replied fiercely. "You and mom have me. I'll take care
of you."
"I know you will," Mali replied softly. "You've always taken care of me, Able. But
sometimes I wish I had a daddy, like Kally."
Able sat up, spilling her on to the floor.
"That's a stupid wish, Mali," he said. "We have to get rid of him. It's just you, mom,
and me. That's all we need."
"I don't think it's a stupid wish," Mali said, grabbing the shelf to steady herself. She
stood up and looked down on her brother, small fists on her hips. "And besides, I can wish
for anything I want, and I want a daddy. There's nothing you can do to stop me."
Able just stared at her in disgust. Sometimes there just wasn't any point trying to
reason with a little sister. They just didn't understand.
Chapter One
He was out there. Watching her.
He'd been watching her for days. Seven days, to be exact.
That's how long it had been since Calla left with her new man, Seth. Unfortunately,
Seth had forgotten to take his big, stupid friend Jax with him.
Sarai rolled over in her bed, punching the pillow to soften it up. Her room was too hot.
She knew how much more cool and comfortable the air would be if she could open the
sliding door to the garden, but if she did he might take it as an invitation.
He'd been trouble from the minute he'd set foot in their small hostel. Usually they
catered to students. After all, Hector Prime was one of the best places in the quadrant to
study biology. From desert to jungle, the planet-wide nature preserve had something to
offer everyone. But the only thing Jax wanted was right in her bedroom.
Sarai rolled again, settling on her back. What was it about him? She hadn't been able to
sleep that first night, so she'd gone out into the garden, her private refuge. He had been
waiting for her then, too. A twist of desire coiled through her at the memory. He'd touched
her in the darkness, and she had lost control.
His hands, tugging at her gown, had been rough and calloused. She could still feel the
way they caught against the smooth skin of her belly, before dropping lower…
Unconsciously, Sarai raised one hand to her breast and fingered her hardening nipple.
He had touched her there, too. She remembered the scrape of his finger, back and forth
against her taut flesh. Mirroring his actions with her own fingers, she twisted in her bed as
an ache spread through her body.
He had been so hard.
She dropped her hand lower, searching for the space between her legs that would give
her relief. She hated how much she needed to touch herself, but she knew from experience
that once the ache started, it had to be appeased. Otherwise she would toss and turn for the
rest of the night.
She found the small nub, then started slowly rubbing it, back and forth. Slow and
steady. What was he doing there in the darkness? Did he ache, too? Was he touching
himself like she was? She could just about picture him.
He would be leaning back against the bench, legs splayed out before him. One hand
would drop slowly to the bulge in his crotch, testing it. It would grow, lengthen under his
hand. Would he grip it? Would he work it up and down between his fingers, or simply
finger the head softly?
Her own fingers were moving faster now, and she gave a little whimper at the thought
of the smooth, hard length waiting for her in the darkness.
All she had to do was open the sliding door and she could have him. He would be on
her in a heartbeat, pressing her back against the soft bed. Being kissed by him was an
experience in and of itself. His tongue, thrusting inside her, taking what he wanted. He had
no mercy when he kissed. It was a brand, a mark of ownership. Her lips burned with the
memory.
She thrust the image from her mind, forcing herself to focus on her own movements.
Thinking of him wouldn't help. It would just make things worse. She needed to focus on the
pleasure she could give herself. She had been massaging her nipple as she rubbed her clit,
but the feelings were becoming more intense now. She couldn't do both things, she couldn't
concentrate. Back and forth, harder and harder. She could feel the pressure building, but she
wanted more.
She wanted him.
His cock was like a pillar of granite. So hard, so deep. He'd plunged into her like he
had something to prove. When he'd come to her that night, it felt like the first time she'd
ever been with a man. He'd stretched her open; she'd been splayed beneath his strength.
Completely helpless, she had no choice but to give into the ecstasy his touch could bring.
Heat rose in her. Her fingers were moving so quickly now that it took all her strength
not to arch up beneath her hand. Was he watching her? She'd pulled the drapes, but they
were all too sheer. Did he know what she was doing?
What would his tongue feel like on her? She could imagine it, slippery and hot, darting
back and forth against her aching center. Would he tease her, bringing her close to the edge
before falling back? Or would he keep moving, bringing her to orgasm time after time?
She'd never felt a man's tongue there, but she'd heard it was a wonderful thing. If only she
could feel something like that…
The pressure was intense now. It pushed against her, and she felt like she was climbing
to the top of a cliff. She could see the end, she was so close to it, but she couldn't quite
make it over. Her fingers flew faster and faster, seeking desperately to provide her with
some relief. She had to get some relief, or she would die. Either that, or she would call out
to him to come to her.
No.
She wouldn't do that.
She pressed harder, her body shaking from the strain of remaining perfectly still. The
sensations built up in her, heart pounding. Her breath was coming in ragged breaths, but she
held her position. A swooshing sound, the sound of her own heartbeat, filled her head.
Just a little more.
Around and around. Don't think about him, his hard cock stuffing you so full that you
feel like you might choke, her traitorous mind whispered. Him pounding against you, your
whole body shaking from the force of his thrusts.
Her treacherous body wasn't listening, though. There was an empty hole where his
cock should be. Her entire body was ready to explode, but there was no one for her to
explode against. Her fingers flew, her mouth opening in a silent gasp of aching need.
Against her will, her head arched back against the pillow as the orgasm hit her. She
shuddered under the onslaught of sensation, biting the back of her hand to keep from crying
out. What would he see if he were watching her now? What would he think?
That night in the garden she'd seen the look on his face as she came, every muscle in
her body clenching his tightly. His face had been filled with a pleasure so intense it was
painful to watch. But she wanted to watch it again.
Slowly, her breathing returned to normal. She allowed her hand to drop to the mattress.
The sound of her heart faded, and she let her hands fall to her sides. After a few minutes her
breath was slow and steady again. The ache was better, although she could still feel a trace
of tension.
She rolled onto her stomach, punching the pillow to soften it up. Then she lay her head
down and forced her mind to calm. Would the night never end?
Finally, after another hour, she finally relaxed enough to fall asleep. Morning would be
there all too soon.
* * * * *
Jax sat in the dark garden, watching Sarai's room. It would be so easy to go in through
the door, to push her back on the bed and kiss her until she gave in to him. And she would
give in, he already knew that. Her response to him from the first time he'd touched her had
been incredible.
A physical response wouldn't be enough, though. Not to convince her she needed him
in her life.
What was she doing in there, he wondered? Was she sleeping, thinking of him? Did
she have any idea how much he wanted to be with her?
She was his life mate—he was certain of it. He had spent the first thirty years of his life
believing he'd be alone forever. After all, he'd had no life mate among his own people, the
Saurellians. Until a few weeks ago he'd never heard of a Saurellian finding a lifemate
anywhere but Saurellia.
But now there was new hope. His friend, Seth, had found Calla. And Sarai had been
with Calla.
What was life like before Sarai? It had only been a week, yet in those few short days
his entire life had changed. He was frustrated, of course. He had made love to her in the
garden that first night, but she hadn't let him touch her since. But even though the
frustration was maddening, the sheer joy of her presence filled him.
He felt alive, complete.
The sound of her voice curled through him every time she spoke, touching corners of
his soul he'd thought were long dead. And her children, they were beautiful. Little Able, a
child who thought like an adult. He would be a challenge, Jax realized. He felt threatened
by the thought of his mother having a new man in her life. Their father, Calvin, had been a
horrible man. He'd hurt the entire family deeply—Jax's only regret was that Calvin was
already dead. He would have liked to kill the man himself.
And Mali.
She was a little angel, a smaller version of her mother; only this version accepted him
with open arms. She had been shy at first, but now she ran up to him every time she saw
him, demanding hugs.
But no matter how much her daughter loved him, Sarai would hardly speak to him. He
wanted to sweep her into his arms, to take her with him to his homeworld and make her his.
And by Saurellian law he was entitled to do that; she was his lifemate, after all, a bond
created by the Goddess herself.
Simply taking her wasn't a real option, though. He'd realized almost immediately that if
he ever wanted to win Sarai over, he'd have to woo her. She'd already been forced into
marriage with one man. He had to prove he was different than Calvin, no matter what else
happened.
He couldn't prove himself to her unless she gave him a chance, though. He needed to
show her that he wanted more than her body, that he didn't need to control her. He wanted a
partner, not a servant.
Unfortunately, she didn't seem to want him at all.
He would have to change her mind.
Chapter Two
Sarai was stirring a pot of porridge over the stove when Jax came into the kitchen. She
could sense his presence immediately, of course, but she didn't acknowledge him. There
was no way she'd let him know just how aware she was of his every move.
She lifted the porridge and turned to pour it into the bowls she'd set out.
"Mali, Able, do you want sweetener in your cereal?" she asked brightly. Then she
turned and allowed herself to see him lounging against the doorway, arms folded in front of
his chest.
"Yes," Mali piped up, looking excited. Able grunted, glaring at Jax. At least one of her
children hadn't gone over to the enemy, Sarai thought dryly.
"Do you have enough for me to have a bowl?" Jax asked softly. The question seemed
innocent enough, but his voice was dark and silky. It caressed her ears, reminding her of
how he had sounded as he came into her that night.
"No," she said tightly, walking over to the table and setting down the bowls in front of
the children. "Food isn't part of the arrangement here. I've told you that before. There are
any number of places in town where you can find breakfast."
Jax simply smiled at her, and then sauntered across the kitchen to the table. She glared
at him forbiddingly, but he ignored her. Coming up beside Mali, he swung one leg over the
bench and straddled it next to the small girl.
"Good morning, Jax," Mali said brightly, carefully balancing her spoonful of cereal
and blowing on it. "Would you like some of my breakfast? Mommy always gives me too
much."
"No thank you, sweetheart," Jax said, catching Sarai's eye. "I'll get something later.
You'll need all your food so you have energy to play today, and do your studies."
Mali nodded, stuffing the spoon in her mouth. Sarai pursed her lips. She'd already
asked him several times not to come into the kitchen, but she didn't want to make a scene in
front of the children. They'd been through enough without having to watch that. Instead,
she filled her own bowl and turned to the table. Jax watched her as Mali chattered on about
her plans for the day. Able glared.
"Are you done with your food?" she asked finally, and the two small blond heads
nodded in unison. "Put your bowls in the sink, and go on outside."
Mali hopped up and carried her bowl to the sink. Able followed more slowly, watching
them carefully.
"It's all right, son," Sarai said, giving him as open a smile as she could manage. "You
go on and play with your sister. It'll be time for your lessons before long."
"All right," he muttered, and stomped out the back door behind Mali. Silence fell over
the kitchen.
"Mali tells me you had to carry pails of water for the vegetables yesterday afternoon,"
Jax said in a smooth, drawling voice. "She told me the water wasn't working right. Do you
know what's wrong with it?"
"No," Sarai said tightly.
"Have you called anyone to fix it yet?" Jax asked, watching her face carefully.
"No," she replied, refusing to meet his gaze. "I don't want to spend the money right
now."
"I can take a look at it if you like," Jax said lightly.
"And what would a soldier know about irrigation?" Sarai said sharply.
"Well, I wasn't born a soldier," Jax replied calmly. "I was born on a farm, and I used to
work on the irrigation equipment with my father. They have farms in Saurellia, you know.
Even soldiers have to eat."
Sarai was startled. She'd never thought of Saurellians as farmers. They were soldiers,
conquerors. They came and took things; they fought the Empire. They didn't fix broken
pipes.
"Well, I can't stop you," she said, standing abruptly. She scooped up her plate and
turned away from him. "But I don't want you bothering me here. You need to leave."
"Sarai," Jax said quietly. "You can't just brush me off forever. I'm not going away.
Why won't you at least give me a chance?"
"I don't want you in my life," she said tightly. "I don't want any man in my life."
Jax came up behind her. She couldn't hear him move, but she could sense his presence
with every fiber of her being. She tried to look relaxed, but she felt like screaming. She was
trapped, she couldn't move.
"I'm already here," he replied, all but whispering in her ear. "I'm not leaving. We can't
just leave this thing between us unfinished."
She whirled to face him, startled by how close he was. His chest was just inches from
her face. His shirt was open just a bit at the neck, and a few dark hairs from his chest caught
her attention. They were coarse and curly. She already knew what they felt like. They had
been wiry against her hands that night.
She could smell him, too. He smelled a little like the soap she kept in each of the
hostel's rooms, and a little like himself. Jax. She took a deep breath, hoping to calm herself.
Instead she inhaled more of his scent. A thrill at his presence ran through her body. She
could feel herself starting to tremble. Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and stared
straight into his eyes.
"You have no idea what I've been through in my life," she said. "I'm free now, and so
are my children. We've lived under a man's control before. I won't go back to that. Ever."
Jax reached one hand up, lightly brushing her cheek with the backs of his fingers.
"I don't want to control you," he whispered. He leaned over and brushed a kiss against
her ear. "I want to make love to you, and be with you. Nothing more than that."
She held herself still, longing to lean into him.
"Give me a chance," Jax continued. "And I'll prove it to you. I don't expect you to
accept anything on faith."
Sarai closed her eyes tightly. He was too intense, too much. She wanted to touch him,
feel the smooth silk of his skin under her fingertips, the wiry hair of his chest. What had he
said? Give him a chance? She had to get rid of him somehow. Maybe she could use his own
words against him, she thought desperately.
"You want a chance?" she said, opening her eyes. His face was only inches from hers,
his gaze focused on her mouth. He licked his lips, and something inside her clenched. If she
leaned forward even the slightest bit, they would be touching. "If I give you a chance, will
you go away?"
A stillness came over Jax.
"Yes," he said slowly.
"I'll give you a week," Sarai said nervously. She could feel tension radiating from him.
He was like wild predator, one who wanted to devour her.
"A week isn't enough," Jax replied softly. "I want a month. And during that month you
have to let me touch you."
"No," she said quickly. She already knew how dangerous his touch could be.
"Yes," he replied firmly. "You want me to promise to leave you? Well, I'll leave if
after a month you still want me to. But you have to let me touch you whenever I want. And
I want to sleep in your room."
"I won't have sex with you," she said in panic. "I won't ever have sex with another man
unless it's my choice. I won't give you that kind of power over me."
"I didn't say you had to have sex with me," he replied smoothly. His eyes were intense,
compelling. His fingers brushed her cheek again; it was impossible to think. How did he do
it? How did he make her melt like this?
"If you don't want to make the deal, I can't force you," he continued. "But it's the only
way you're going to get rid of me. What do you say?"
"Two weeks," she said desperately. "A month is too long."
"Three weeks," he whispered. His lips brushed against hers, his body pressed her back
against the counter. She could feel the entire length of him. His frame was hard with
muscles, and against her belly an unmistakable bulge jutted.
Against her will, her hands rose to grip his waist. She wanted him to pull her against
him, to lift her up onto the counter and thrust into her. She took a deep breath.
"Three weeks," she whispered. Could she last that long? She would have to. She had
seen his determination; this might be her best chance to get rid of him.
He groaned as she agreed, his mouth taking hers in a kiss unlike any she'd ever
experienced. His lips were rough, commanding her to open to the onslaught of his tongue.
His arms came around her like bands of iron, molding her to him even as one leg thrust
between hers.
He thrust into her mouth like a marauder, a warrior, and she let her head fall back
under his strength. He plumbed her depths, thrusting again and again even as his lower
body ground slowly against her pelvis. She could feel her nipples tightening, and moist heat
built between her legs. How was she going to survive three weeks with this man? She
couldn't even survive three minutes!
"What are you doing to my mother?" Able's voice cut through the kitchen, filled with
disapproval and dislike. Jax stilled instantly, and Sarai all but whimpered as he pulled his
lips from hers. He stood back from her, and turned to face the boy.
Sarai's son was standing there, both hands on his hips and his face twisted with dislike.
She groaned inwardly, disgusted by her own behavior. She had allowed this man to maul
her in front of her child, a child who had seen first-hand the horrors his father had
committed.
"I was kissing her," Jax said lightly. "Does that bother you?"
"Yes," Able said, his face grim. Sarai rubbed a hand against her forehead. How was
she going to explain this to Able?
"I don't plan to hurt her, and I won't do anything she hasn't agreed to let me do," Jax
said, keeping his tone friendly. "But I wasn't making her do anything she didn't want me to
do."
"Is that right, Mom?" Able asked, turning his accusing gaze to her. She sighed,
knowing he would be upset if she said yes. For a moment she considered saying no,
covering up her part in the kiss. But she had never lied to her children before, and now
wasn't the time to start.
"Yes," she said. "I agreed to let him kiss me."
"Oh," Able said, at a loss for words. He looked confused, and suddenly very young.
"Why did you do that?"
Sarai gave a choked laugh, wondering what to tell him. Because I can't control myself?
Because I made a deal to get rid of him? Because your father only hurt me, but when this
man touches me I feel like I'll break into a thousand pieces, and it feels good? None of
them were answers she could give her son.
"Because sometimes men and women like to kiss," she said finally. Able's face grew
dark again.
"That's a stupid reason," he said after a brief pause. Then he whirled and ran out of the
room.
Sarai slumped back against the counter.
"I'm a terrible mother," she whispered, looking up at him with haunted eyes. "How
could I let you do that where my children might see? This deal we've made, none of it can
happen around them. They are my life, they are far more important than you. Can you
understand that?"
Jax nodded, his gaze inscrutable.
"As long as you understand that at night you're mine, I'll make sure I don't touch you in
front of the children."
"Thank you," she replied. "I can't have them getting hurt over this. They've already
been hurt enough."
Jax reached one finger to her chin, and lifted her face so he could look at her directly.
"I understand," he whispered, dropping a quick, light kiss on her mouth. He
straightened, then spoke again in a louder voice. "I'll go take care of that pipe now. Let me
know if you need anything, all right?"
He turned and strode out of the room.
* * * * *
He could win her over, he knew it.
Sarai was inside getting the children ready for bed. He sat outside her bedroom in the
garden, waiting for her. It had been dark for hours; she'd kept the children up well past their
bedtime. She was avoiding him, using them as a shield. But eventually she would run out of
excuses.
He saw the light come on in her room, and the outline of her body against the drapes. If
she had any idea how sheer they were she would faint, he thought with amusement. Every
night she gave him a show, as she got ready for bed.
She untied her apron and started removing her clothes quickly and efficiently. Turning
as she pulled off her dress, she was briefly silhouetted. Long, slender legs, shapely breasts
that were still fairly firm, even after two children. Her blonde hair hung down her back like
a curtain. What would it look like over her naked body? he wondered. That one night they'd
had together had been all too brief. He'd never gotten the chance to see her as he'd
fantasized so many times. He wanted her astride him, her head thrown back in pleasure and
her breasts bouncing. Her hair would be wild and free, offering him glimpses of her body
even as she rode him through the night.
He hardened at the thought, blood rushing to his groin. A familiar ache spread through
him, making him groan.
Her room went dark. It was time to make his move.
He rose and walked silently over to the sliding door that separated them. He tested the
latch, noting with amusement that she'd kept it locked. As if a lock would be able to keep
him out.
He knocked softly, but she didn't respond. Probably hoping he'd go away. She would
have no such luck tonight. By promising not to touch her in front of the children he had
given up valuable time with her during the day. He wouldn't allow her to waste any of their
nights together. He pulled a small laser pick out of his pocket and had the door open within
seconds. In addition to being raised on a farm, he'd spent some time in juvenile detention
for petty theft during his unruly youth, something he hadn't felt like mentioning to her
earlier.
The skills he learned there came in handy at times.
He slid the door open and stepped quietly into the room. She was lying on the bed,
pretending to be asleep, but she knew he was there. He could tell by the catch in her
breathing that she was as aware of him as he was of her.
"Sarai, you promised," he whispered, trying to keep the desperate need he felt out of
his voice. Her presence called to him, it took every bit of strength he had not to press her
back against the bed and thrust his cock into her until she screamed. She was so hot, so
tight. He bit back a groan at the thought. "You didn't think I'd forget, did you?"
"I had hoped," she whispered. She sat up in bed, clutching the covers in front of her.
"I don't think so," he replied, gliding across the floor to her bed. "I've been dreaming
about this moment all day. I can't wait to touch you."
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Serendipity©JoannaWyldePrologueAbleandMalicrouchedinthepantry,watchingthekitchenthroughacrackintheslightlyopeneddoor.Momwasoutthere.ShewastalkingtoJax,themanwhohadcheckedintotheirhostelyesterday.SomethingabouthimmadeAblenervous,althoughMalilikedhimalot.Ofcourse,whatcouldyouexpectfromalittlesister?Ma...

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