Bleach Porn Story: Sink Into Me

Bleach Porn Story: Sink Into Me

Chapter Eight

The black cat did not slink into the Second Division unnoticed. After all, sneaking into a division full of spies and assassins who were trained to be aware of everything around them was typically doomed to failure, especially when every occupant of the offices knew that some cats were not all they seemed. Still, no one bothered her as she padded toward the office, intent on her task. Shaolin was out, Yoruichi knew, investigating the scene in the Rukongai, so that part was easy. She had, in turn, left her lieutenant behind in a transparent attempt to stay as far away from him as possible.

Well, Yoruichi conceded, it’s only transparent to me because she told me what happened. Oh Kami, I wish I had seen the look on her face when confronted with Grimmjow in a towel. No, wait! I wish I had been there AND had a camera! I suppose I’ll just have to content myself with being amused by this little visit…

Finally arriving at her destination, she slipped through the doorway and into her little bee’s office. Her presence was immediately detected. With a roll of his eyes, Grimmjow stood up shaking his head, a grin on his face as he walked over to his captain’s desk, opening a drawer and pulling out yet another spare uniform before throwing it in her direction. He strode toward the door, muttering something about being on watch.

Quickly shifting into her true form, Yoruichi raised an eyebrow. “Not going to try and get a glimpse? I’m impressed Grimmjow, you’ve turned respectable.”

He snorted. “I’m not an idiot. The scientist-pervert might run around wavin’ a girly little fan and playing dumb, but even the Strawberry doesn’t mess with him and I doubt he’d appreciate me checking out his girl. I can read between the fucken lines.”

Her clothing in place, she grinned at this response as she tapped him on the shoulder. “Very good, Kisuke will be impressed. But that’s not why I’m here.”

He turned around and waited for her to continue, before shrugging. “You gonna tell me, then?”

Her grin widened. “Nah. If you’re so smart, I’m sure you can guess.”

He shot her a dirty look, before his face turned carefully blank and he deadpanned, “You and Cap’n Bee have finally caved and are inviting me to one of your ‘girls gone wild’ nights. Well, I’m free Tuesday.”

She laughed. “You do a very good poker face.”

“I spend time with Ulquiorra.”

“Ah, touché. But that’s not the reason for the visit.”

He looked slightly reproachful. “I ain’t got all day, Lady Yoruichi. Bee’s been avoiding the office of late, so there’s a fair bit of work.”

Yoruichi smiled slyly. “It’s sort of about that, too. See, I’m here to give you the time-honoured tradition that is the ‘hurt her and I’ll kill you’ speech.”

Grimmjow looked at her sharply, before exhaling and returning to his seat, running a hand through his hair as he did so. “Don’t see why you’d bother wasting your breath. Shaolin’s hardly welcoming me with open arms and I’d bet Pantera that you know everything that happened at my place before that attack. She ain’t avoiding the office – she’s avoiding me.”

She grimaced in response. “Yeah, I know. That’s how Shaolin works. Look, there’s a reason she’s like this and doesn’t trust anyone.” She paused, considering how to go on. “How much do you know about the vizard?”

Grimmjow snorted. “Next to nothin’. Captain-Commander likes to dole that shit out on a ‘need to know basis’, and apparently we don’ need to know. I got a little from Ichigo, though. Aizen was being his usual asshat self and scientist boy got blamed, right?”

Yoruichi rolled her eyes. “That sums enough of it up for this to make sense. Ok, so Kisuke was sentenced to exile. However, he had my clan out to get him because his relationship with me meant that I was now… ‘tarnished’. Supposedly. I ended up following him to keep him from getting killed, and so we both were labelled traitors.” She took a deep breath, her eyes sad. “But I left someone behind.”

“The Fong family have served Shihoun for countless years, and tradition dictates that there is always a member of that family in our guard. So, after all her brothers had served and died, Shaolin Fong joined us, taking on her Grandmother’s code name – Soi Fon.”

Grimmjow’s gaze was intense and unwavering. “Go on.”

Clearing her throat, the older woman continued. “We became close. She was the only member of the guard who came close to keeping up with me and, over time, I started to see her as a little sister.” Yoruichi’s smile twisted sadly. “I was all the ‘family’ she had, however surrogate. When Kisuke was sentenced we had no time for goodbyes. We fled with the clothes on our backs and I never got to explain it to her. She woke up the next morning to the Punishment Squad, Second Division and the Shihoun family screeching that I had abandoned and betrayed them all.” She sighed and looked up at her companion, who was staring at his hands in thought, his usually mischievous face grave and thoughtful.

“Grimmjow?”

He looked up and grimaced. “Sorry. I ain’t spacin’ out on ya, I’m just thinking. It explains a lot. Certainly explains how damn distrustful she gets.” He paused, considering. “An’ how detached she tries to be with the rest of the division.” He glared at her balefully. “You sure made it hard for me, didn’t ya?”

Yoruichi laughed sadly. “Yeah, I did. That’s why I figure I owe the explanation. I mean, when I showed Ichigo in I was able to tell her why I left, but she’s had fifty years to perfect some serious walls and only about three years to consider putting in a door.”

“Comforting thought”, Grimmjow muttered, staring out the window. Shaking his head, his tone softened as he spoke, more to himself than Yoruichi, “Poor little bee.”

She smiled sadly. “Indeed. Look, I’m not trying to put you off, I’m just saying, Shaolin’s a challenge. You want a place in her life, you’ve got to fight your way in because she sure as hell isn’t going to make it easy for you.”

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Figures. Che, I guess I’m a masochist, then. Wouldn’t have it any other way. Still, any hints on how to proceed would be fucken marvellous right ’bout now. She’s been avoidin’ me for two weeks. Two fucken weeks!”

Yoruichi gave him a small, but entirely wicked, grin. “Awww, missing her are we?” Laughing lightly at the glare she got in response, she walked toward the door, stopping to lean against the frame. “Really Grimmjow, you’ve always been good at getting her attention and riling her up. You want her to stop ignoring you? Make it so that she can’t.”

As this thought took hold, his typical smirk spread across his features. Yoruichi’s grin, in turn, widened.

Shaolin won’t know what hit her. Still…

“Just remember”, Yoruichi pointed out, “hurt her – “

“Not gonna happen”, he stated simply. “‘Sides, even if I somehow did, do ya honestly think she’d let me get away with all my bones intact? I’m thinkin’ ‘alive’ would be lucky.”

“Well, yeah, but – “

“Don’ worry. Like I said, ain’t gonna happen. I got nothin’ but good intentions, which is fucken scary considering that it’s me.” He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. “Can’t say that I actually mind, though, which might actually be even scarier.”

Yoruichi smiled knowingly at him. “So then, what’s the plan?”

An expression of unwavering innocence came over his face. “I’m going to take the new recruits for training, of course, just like I’m supposed to and then I think I’ll go and train myself.”

Innocence gave way to mischief.

“And I’m gonna leave her a note.”

xXx

Two hours later, having ascertained that Grimmjow’s spiritual pressure was nowhere near the office, Soi Fon walked into the division, hoping to go through her paperwork quietly and uneventfully. Slipping into her office, she let out a sigh of relief. Not only was the room Grimmjow-free, but the paper work was done and none of it had been defaced. In fact, the only thing out of place was a note on her desk…

Shaolin.

Took the fresh meat to the Eleventh – good times. I think the trip did the survivors good (Kenpachi says hi). Anyway, I got bored again and the budget was there… If you want someone to blame, blame Yumichika. He’s the one who decided to teach me origami while the newbies were getting a beat down. Of course, I don’t think he expected me to make stuff like this.

Shaking with rage, Soi Fon noted the other thing out of place on her desk – two folded paper figures doing things that were definitely not suitable for the office. With a growl she untangled them, her ire increasing as she noted the braids drawn on one and the vivid head of blue hair that had been added to the other. Fighting back her fury she read on, balling the origami creations in her very clenched fist.

Since I’m done, I figured I’d go train undercover seeing as it looks like rain. I’d probably recommend that you find some shelter too. On second thoughts, don’t. (Five words – You; Yoruichi; wet t-shirt contest. I’ll bring the popcorn and the camera).

Later, Cap’n Bee!

Grimmjow.

She took a deep breath, counted to twenty, and still wanted to kill him. Painfully. Forgetting that there was a damn good reason she’d been staying away, she let out a scream of unadulterated rage and hurled herself out of the window, flash-stepping as fast as she was able in the direction of the undercover yard.

I’m going to kill that bastard! Rip that stupid bone fragment off his face and bash his head in with it! No, better idea – I’m going to break each of his fingers and then eviscerate him. And I’ll find some caustic soda to splash in the wounds. Yes, that should wipe the smile off the arrogant little fucker’s face! Setting Kenpachi on the new recruits? Well then, maybe I’ll ask Kenpachi to help fuck him up. We’ll see who’s getting a beat down!

Grimmjow Jeagerjacques is going down, and Kami, I’m going to enjoy every moment.

And to think Yoruichi says I don’t have fun.

A vicious smile on her face, she sped off, intent on her target.

xXx

Grimmjow had been entirely truthful when he’d pointed out that he was not patient. However, he’d given his bee two weeks (seriously restrained conduct on his part) and for what? As far as he was concerned, she’d had her chance to come to him and now it was time to force her hand. He’d put a lot of thought into the note and, judging from the murderous reiatsu heading his way, it had worked. Impressively.

Setting Pantera down, he stood in the centre of the room and listened to the rain as it started to fall on the roof.

Now, if I remember correctly, bees don’t like the rain…

He chuckled to himself.

Even better. She’s going to show up soaked and pissed off. That’s one hell of a combo, right there.

His grin widened as he considered this potential image.

I’m gonna enjoy this.

Suddenly and entirely without warning, something very fast and very solid struck his stomach, throwing him into the wall of the building. Groaning, he picked himself up, only to find himself face to face with a dripping wet and positively irate Soi Fon. Her stance was that of someone about to fight, but her face… On her face was an evil smirk to rival even his.

Fuck. Even if she just beats me into the ground, it was worth it, just to see this. Screw cold showers, I’m gonna need an ice bath after this if I wanna calm down.

Straightening up, he rolled his shoulders, grinning at her. “Nice of you to join me, Bee. Need help getting out of those wet things?”

It was a statement precisely calculated to infuriate her, and it worked like a charm. With a furious scream, Soi Fon flashed toward him, aiming her fists toward that damn smirk of his, only to find that he in turn had darted away. Whirling on the spot, she saw him standing behind her, that same smirk getting wider.

“Dunno what you’re so pissed about, Bee. After all, you did leave the fresh meat training to me. And the kids did good. I mean, sure, a couple had to visit the Fourth, but ya gotta break some heads to make a decent shinigami – “

He was cut off as he dodged away from a high kick that would’ve broken several of his teeth. He skidded back into a fighter’s crouch, mimicking Soi Fon’s own pose opposite him. Her eyes narrowed, as she spat, “The original saying is about eggs and omelettes, you ignorant, arrogant, constantly smirking sonofa – “

“That’s it Bee, let it all out.”

With a roar she disappeared again, this time flashing behind him, delivering a punch that landed just off his kidney. Before she could draw back from her successful hit, however, he’d spun, grabbed both her wrists, and had somehow used sonido to push her up against the wall, arms pinned above her. Enraged that the suggestiveness of the position was making her head spin, she focussed on the issue at hand.

“You were supposed to train them, not massacre them. Shinigami are not fucking omelettes!” She yelled at him as her eyes sparked.

He grinned in return. “I certainly hope they’re not. That’d be seriously unhygienic and a little too kinky for my tastes.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and she was almost shocked into laughter, before remembering where she was.

Between the wall and Grimmjow, a part of her mind she wanted to disown pointed out. And they’re both feeling very solid. Mmm… I think I like it here.

Damn it, not the point!

Her eyes narrowed. “Get your mind out of the gutter, that was not what I meant.”

“Yeah, I know.” His eyes were blazing again. Soi Fon suspected he did that on purpose, because it was making it damn hard to think. “An’ I’m sorry Bee, but I said I’d play nice. I told you we needed to talk. I warned ya I wasn’t patient.” Making sure her wrists were still firmly held by one hand, he lowered the other to trace his thumb along her collarbone. Leaning in to whisper into her ear, he added, “And you ignored it all. How else was I supposed to get your attention?” His eyes fixed upon a drop of water trailing down her neck and, before she realised what had happened, he had dipped his head and was following its path with his lips. She shuddered as she felt his mouth on her skin, her mind racing.

Calm down, for fuck’s sake! It’s only Grimmjow… Grimmjow licking raindrops off my skin. Calm… really isn’t going to happen anytime soon. Hell, breathing is almost too much.

He’s far too good at this…

Soi Fon was perfectly aware that this was not what she’d come here for. However, her vocal chords didn’t seem to want to work and, as he nipped her collarbone and drew back to look at her like that… This was rapidly becoming a very acceptable alternative activity.

And I really don’t mind. Fuck, if his mouth can do this just to my neck… Oh Kami, now there’s a thought. Damn it, Yoruichi was right. Worse, Grimmjow was, too – I do want this.

Wait, when did I start thinking of him as Grimmjow?

No, focus Shaolin! Ok, so I want this. Doesn’t mean that I need to lose control of this situation. No, I need to lay down some ground rules and – Oh fuck, that feels…

She gasped and tilted her head back, her eyes fluttering closed, letting him continue to bite and tease where her neck met her shoulder. It was impossible to think when he had his mouth on her skin, one hand in her hair and the other curling around her waist, drawing them even closer together. She wasn’t sure when he’d let go of her wrists, or when she’d grabbed hold of his shoulders and started digging her nails in, but she didn’t really mind.

I just… need… control. And I can’t get that when he makes me feel like this…I can’t think!

Frustrated, she raked her nails along his back, only to feel him shudder and groan, his breathing erratic as he pulled back to look at her. Her eyes widened as she looked into his and realised…

I do the same thing to him. This attraction… This inability to think clearly – it works both ways.

Which means…

A confident smile spread across her face as she drew back, enjoying the confusion that crossed Grimmjow’s face.

Which means that I can make him just as incoherent as he makes me.

Before he could respond, she’d dropped into a crouch and kicked out, sweeping both his feet out from under him and leaving him to fall on his back. Before he could get his breath back, she had straddled his hips, stopping to smirk at him before carefully grinding her hips against his. The expression on her face intensified as she watched his whole body tense, his head thrown back as he growled. The sound sent shivers down her spine and, leaning forward and pinning him down, she let her face hover over his. Both of them were breathing like they’d just fought Kenpachi, neither could take their eyes off one another.

Grimmjow was having a little trouble processing what was happening. Sure, he’d expected matters to come to a head after pissing her off the way he had, but this… This went far beyond any expectations he might have had. This was Bee – his Bee – pinning him to the ground and looking at him like he was lunch, her dark eyes almost giving off sparks. He could feel her lithe body pressed up against his, as her breath fanned against his neck when she whispered in his ear.

“Alright Grimmjow. You want to talk? Let’s talk. Now, as much as I hate to admit it, Yoruichi was right – I need to get laid. I also don’t find you entirely repulsive and you’ve expressed an interest, for want of a better word, in the idea of us having sex on numerous occasions. Naturally you seem to be the ideal solution to the problem.”

It was amusing to watch the shock on Grimmjow’s face, she decided when she sat up, as he started to nod his head so vigorously she thought he’d strain something. Struggling to get up, he replied, “Hell yeah, Bee! I’m in – ” before being slammed back into the floor.

Soi Fon raised an eyebrow, a cocky smile still on her face. “I wasn’t done. There are certain conditions to this offer, though I doubt you’ll have a problem with them, being the connoisseur of casual relationships that you are. Firstly, this is purely a physical arrangement. I have an itch, and you’re helping me scratch it – that’s as far as this goes.”

The strangest look seemed to cross his face, before he shook it off, muttering, “Che, fine with me. I ain’t lookin’ to cuddle.”

With a nod, Soi Fon continued. “Precisely. Secondly, you will treat me with respect in the office, despite what happens outside of it.”

He snorted. “Then everyone’ll know something’s fucked. Let’s say we just keep things as they are.”

She considered this. “Fair enough. Finally, if this becomes Seireitei gossip, I will sever every tendon in your body, rendering you unable to fight back, and then proceed to torture you at my leisure. Are we clear?”

He jerked his hips upward suddenly and she fell flush against him, her mouth just stopping short of his. His electric blue eyes stared back at her, their expression searing, as he leaned up to close the distance, pressing his mouth to hers gently. She had only seconds to ascertain that his lips were a little dry and that he tasted tangy and exotic, before the kiss deepened and changed. Grimmjow kissed like he fought, Soi Fon realised – fiercely, roughly and with a no holds barred attitude – and damn, she loved every second of it. She responded just as passionately, years of unintentional abstinence to make up for, letting her hands slide off his shoulders to explore his chest as she bit his bottom lip none too gently. With a growl, he rolled them over, leaving her under him as he stared at her with his bright eyes, hunger written across his face.

Grinning, he murmured, “Oh, I’m very clear, Bee. So, your place or mine?”

She was fairly sure that it shouldn’t be this hard to breathe but was too far gone to care. “Yours. Now.”

“I’ll take that as an order, Cap’n Bee.”

xXx

They’d barely made it through the door before he attacked her again, not with cero or swordplay, but with his mouth on hers and his strong, long-fingered hands that seemed to know just where to touch. She returned fire, shoving him back onto his own couch and straddling him, letting her hands tangle in his impossibly coloured hair as she kissed him again, grinding her hips against his once more. He inhaled sharply and drew back, before reaching around to swiftly undo her braids. She looked at him quizzically, making him shrug and mutter something about liking her hair. Soi Fon shrugged and chose to ignore this in favour of trying to remove his clothes, distracting him as she nibbled on his earlobe. He jerked his head away, giving her a grin that made her feel as though she was melting, before scooping her up and climbing off the couch. Soi Fon made a noise that, in a lesser woman, would have been labelled a squeak and held on, before inquiring, “Damn it Grimmjow, where are going?”

Striding down the corridor, he chuckled to himself. “I wasn’t kidding when I mentioned getting out of those wet things. You’re startin’ to shiver already. I figure a long, hot shower is just what you need.”

With a lift of an eyebrow, Soi Fon queried, “I take it you’ll be joining me?”

Kicking open the bathroom door, he replied with a smirk, “Of course Bee. What did you think I meant when I said it was going to be hot?”

She rolled her eyes as he put her down. “Funnily enough, I assumed you were referring to the temperature.”

He winked at her as he switched on the water. “That too.”

Any reply she might have had was lost as he crushed his lips against hers once more, allowing them to taste one another as she tore off his shirt and he ran his hands through her hair. Grimmjow swiftly retaliated by turning his attentions to her uniform, untying it at the neck and letting the fabric slip over her skin. His lips left hers as he pulled back to stare at her, and she felt herself starting to blush as his gaze travelled over her slim form.

Which is ridiculous. I might not have had as many lovers as Grimmjow, but I’m certainly not inexperienced. Why the fuck I’m getting flustered is beyond – Oh fuck! That feels good…

Taking advantage of her distraction, Grimmjow had lowered his head and taken one of her nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. The moan that she had tried not to voice was ripped from her as her head fell back, her hands fisted in his hair.

Grimmjow could feel her trembling against him and had to admit, he felt pretty close to shaking, too. He’d thought he knew sex – hell, he’d had plenty of it – but this was more, on every conceivable level. Pulling his head away from her breast, he stared up at Shaolin as she gasped at the loss, snapping her head forward to look at him accusingly. The way she looked – her cheeks flushed, her hair down and her flashing black eyes – had him drawing in a ragged breath as he swore, “Fuck, Shaolin. You’re – “

Not giving him the chance to finish, she slipped from his grasp, a wicked smile on her face as she walked over to the neglected shower, testing the water. Carefully, deliberately, she slipped her hakama down over her hips and let it pool at her feet, stepping out and into the shower. Grimmjow could only stare as she stood under the spray, letting the water run over her skin. She raised an eyebrow.

“I thought you said you were joining me?”

He blinked in surprise, before grinning and quickly adding his own hakama to the pile of clothing on the floor. Slipping into the shower behind her, he pulled her against him, letting his hands map out her body. She shifted to face him, her gaze very appreciative as it roamed his body. He couldn’t help but grin.

“See something you like?”

Her eyes met his as her lips twitched. “Actually, I do.”

He stepped back out of her arms. “Now, ain’t that odd. I coulda sworn that I asked you that before and you said no.”

She almost snarled as she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth to hers. Before he could react, she had hooked one leg around his hip, using it as leverage to lift herself up and wrap both her legs around him. Stunned, he looked up at her, a wry smile on his face.

“Enjoying being tall, Bee?”

She ignored this in favour of reaching between them to grasp his length. His eyes widened and his hands tightened around her waist as he let out a grown. A slightly smug smile on her face, she replied, her voice husky, “True, I said no. But, I think I’m allowed to re-evaluate.” She lifted herself up, positioning him at her entrance and digging her nails into his shoulder. She stopped just as she was about to lower herself onto him, smiling to herself at the hitch in his breath.

“Of course, if you have a problem with me changing my mind – “

He swore, crashing his lips to hers once again as he pulled her onto him. Her moan was lost in his mouth as he began to thrust into her and she pulled her mouth from his to bite down on his shoulder. With a shudder, he picked up the pace, leaving both of them gasping as they drove each other closer to completion. The pace was rough and unforgiving but, judging from the noises escaping Soi Fon’s lips and the way she raked her nails down Grimmjow’s back, it suited both of them.

Soi Fon was the first to approach the edge and Grimmjow, feeling her start to quake, deliberately slowed down despite the desperate cry of frustration she responded with, intent on drawing her pleasure out as long as possible. Again he heard her cry out, this time for an entirely different reason, as he felt her tighten around him and clamp her teeth down on his shoulder once more in an attempt to muffle the moans she couldn’t hold back. The sudden, sharp combination of pain and gratification threw him over the edge after her as he came with a hoarse shout.

Limbs shaking, they came down from their high and finally ceased moving, utterly spent. All that could be heard were their shaky breaths and the sound of the running water.

xXx

Several hours and a couple of rounds later, Soi Fon woke up, instantly bolting upright as she registered that it was late at night, and that she was currently naked and in bed with Grimmjow Jeagerjacques.

Shit. I didn’t mean to sleep here. The last thing I want is for him to get the wrong idea. I mean, it’s just sex.

As she stretched and climbed from the bed, pausing briefly to grin at the figure that had been sprawled next to her.

Correction – it’s just fantastic sex. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relaxed. And, damn, I was right about that tongue…

She shook herself, realising that she had been staring at Grimmjow. Still, it was quite a view, even if he was mostly covered by blanket. He was curled up like a cat, she couldn’t help but notice and, judging from the very faint rumbling coming from his chest, he was purring. It was almost… endearing.

Remember – it’s just sex. No getting attached or finding him endearing of any nonsense like that. Shit like that starts happening, and I’ll be in whole world of trouble. Better to get out while I can, if it goes that way.

Still, I have to concede – the purring is cute.

Rolling her eyes at her own foolishness, she searched the room for the clothing they had discarded here sometime during round… was it three or four?

Grimmjow, on the other hand, was blissfully asleep with a grin on his face as he contemplated the events of the past few hours. This ended rather abruptly when he rolled over and was met with empty bed. Instantly, his eyes sprung open as he sat up, mumbling something incoherent. He gave her a curious look as he saw her there, dressed and perched on the window frame, ready to leave.

As nonchalantly as he could, he asked, “Off already?”

She nodded. “And I expect you at the office in the morning. No excuses.”

He rolled his eyes. “I figured.” Stretching his arms above his head, his eyes stayed fixed on her. “So, this gonna be a regular thing, or did ya just need a quick fix?”

Soi Fon opened and closed her mouth, unable to think of a suitable response. She had only intended this to be a one-off, but now that she knew what she was missing…

Where’s the harm? I’m not a fool. If it gets emotional, I’ll back out, but for now, it’s perfect.

Carefully, she replied, “I might swing by later tomorrow night. If you’re able to move, that is.”

He returned her smirk. “I can if you can.”

The expression on her face faded into a more serious one as she clarified, as much for herself as for him, “Just so we’re clear, I still don’t like you.”

His face became unreadable. “Che, whatever, I don’t like you either.” He shrugged, before adding, “Tomorrow night, then Bee.”

She nodded once, before launching herself from his windowsill, heading home determined to ignore the fact that she almost felt… disappointed by his response.

Idiot. That’s the way it has to be for this to work. I should be glad that Grimmjow understands and isn’t going to start wanting more. Clearly, I need sleep.

As she flashed away over rooftops, Grimmjow stayed sitting up in his bed, staring out the window she had just departed from. He ran a hand through his hair, before muttering to himself, “What now then, genius?”

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