HOW I CHERISHED MY SISTER PART 1
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IF YOU WANT TO THREAD THE PATH
OF REVENGE, YOU MUST DIG TWO
GRAVES – Some wise guy or something,
I’m not good with their names I just take
their words to mind.
A professional “do it all” consultant.
From finding missing persons or object
to high profile assassination; I’m the guy
to call. Been in the business for a while,
so on my worst days I’m am considered
an experienced professional and on my
best days I am a bleeding expert.
My name is Kunle Smith and as I lie
down here in a pool of my own blood
waiting for death’s cold embrace, I
cannot help but ask the question : HOW
THE Bleep DID IT COME TO THIS.
To answer my question I thought back
to when it all started to go wrong… The
very beginning : Apologies in advance
for the gritty nature of what I am about
to tell you. Some of us had it rough in
the origin department…
It’s a Cinderella story really, I was the
unplanned fifth of five boys left to fend
for myself after my mom died giving
birth to number six, the only girl, Vera.
The only good thing I had, brothers had
all gone off and wound up dead or in jail
where they wound up dead anyway and
my father buries himself deep in liquor
ever since my mum died, hardly gives us
the time of day. “I’m hungry!” Vera would
yell when she couldn’t hold it in
anymore. My father would throw an
empty bottle at her as he growled his
usual response “be glad I give you a
pilow to sleep and a roof over your head,
you want something to eat, work it out
for yourself.” crying she would beg to go
out with me and I would take her. She
was special, did all I could to protect her,
but really she was the one always taking
care of me. Because when she started to
put on her lonely lost child act in the
center of a town the attention of all the
bleeding hearts in the town focuses on
her and while they were busy trying to
comfort her, I would slowly creep behind
them, help myself to all the fancibles and
valuables in their pockets and be gone
before they realise it. We were happy
until one faithful day…. We had a great
run, plenty of loose wallets in heaping
pile, we were planning on how to go
about our spending. “Let’s get ice
cream” Vera was saying, when they
showed up. About six guys none of them
was over twenty by the looks of them
but they were all bigger than me. ‘good
idea little Dam’ said one of them, “after
that we can go to Freddie’s and get us
each a girl for the night” added the one
who struck me as the leader. With anger
I stepped in front of them protectively
standing over Vera and our money and
said “stand back, our hard work, our
money” the leader replied “but it’s on our
turf so that makes it our money you are
either going to hand it over or get
bloodied, you and your pretty little Dam
sister, your choice” he laughed. ” Stay
away from us” I warned. He came
forward eerily looming over, he bent low
his face inches from mine and with a
suffocating foul breath said “Who’s
gonna make me” and all of a sudden
they descended on me with punches,
sticks, and wait was that a hammer? Oh
OK it was a big fist, felt like a hammer
though. It was hell I have never
experienced such physical pain in my life
before. With spared glance I saw Vera
throwing rocks at them screaming “leave
my brother alone” I wanted to scream,
tell her to run but my voice wasn’t
working. Then one of Them walked over
to her and tried to grab her but she
wouldn’t let him. She was squirming
under his loose grip I was screaming
“vera no, leave her alone!” forcefully
Vera managed to break herself free from
her attacker. she had used her legs to
push as hard as she could against the
guy, it’s resulting force propelled her
forward right into the main road. And
then I HEARD: PAAAAAAANM
PAAAAAAANM, it was getting dark so no
one really saw it coming, no one heard it
blew it’s trumpet, not until it was too
late. VERAAAAAA! I screamed with all
my strength. It was a freaking horror
show me on my knees unable to move,
couldn’t stand, couldn’t run, Vera was
screaming as the truck hit and then ran
over her, I was helpless wishing for it all
to stop but it didn’t, almost immediately
after everything was quiet. Our attackers
fled, the driver fled too he had been
driving Without headlights that’s why I
had not seen him in time. The truck had
crushed her thoroughly scattering Vera’s
body parts all over the road. With an
overwhelming, an immeasurable and an
unimaginable grief in my heart, a
realisation came to me: this world is a
cruel world, only the wicked thrive. And
vera was an angel the world was not
meant for her let her go back to heaven
that’s were she belongs with angels like
her. “goodbye Vera watch over me, they
didn’t kill you but they are the reason
you are dead and thats the same thing
to me, watch as I bring down hell upon
those that brought you this gruesome
fate”…. I vowed.
……After that horrible incident, to become
stronger, I joined gangs, pushed drugs,
abused drugs, engage in Street fights,
gang wars, pimped girls over the years,
A bloody waste of time if you ask me.
For none of it made me strong the way I
wanted to be. It was when I got arrested
and was sent to prison, that I found the
kind of strength I was looking for.
Warmed my way to the hearts of the
inmates quickly enough. it was after I
told my story and expressed my
determination for revenge that one of the
prison bosses took me in, thought me
everything I need to know. Trained me in
combat and gun battle, thought me the
best revenge path to take. After serving
four years of prison time I was released
three years ahead of schedule for good
conduct, I wasted no time in plotting my
revenge course, using the connection
Don piccolo (my prison boss) gave me,
finding my first target wasn’t hard: The
Driver. I traced him to his home town,
where he was a mechanic. Immediately I
saw him, eight years of anger welled up
inside of me. I walked up to him and
asked “do you know me”. He gave me a
once over look and said “no can I help
you with anything?” “you don’t
remember me” I asked again. He
stopped what he was doing and looked
at me then asked “Who are you”. “Do
you know vera?” I answered his question
with mine. “No and I would like you to
leave my property, I am not comfortable
with you on it”, he replied as he looked
up into my eyes and took a step back.
Guessing he must have seen it, the
murderous intent in my eyes. Before he
could speak I asked him “do you
remember the little girl you crushed to
pieces eight years ago with that truck”
pointing to the last truck at the roll of
vehicles on the left. His eyes widened as
he remembered, he raised his left hand
that held a huge metal spanner and tried
to hit me with it but I was quick, I
stepped back thrusting forward I jabbed
him on the jaw, he staggered back.
seeing that he couldn’t fight me he ran
back so fast inside his shop and locked
the wooden gates, I could hear his
footsteps retreating deeper inside.
something shiny caught my eyes. The
fool had left the key to the truck he was
repairing on the ground I picked it up
and climed in, then started it, and drove
it straight through the gate, as the gate
shattered he came into view, his back
against the wall, his chest heaving so
high I thought his heart was gonna bust
out, his eyes as wide as they could go.
With a tinge of satisfaction and a small
smile on my lips because I liked the fear
that resonated from him, it was the
same fear that vera felt before dying, I
drove the vehicle straight at him
crushing him against the wall behind
him, I came out of the truck, went out to
pick surrounding flowers. Wasn’t really
comfortable with it, I didn’t want to leave
any trail for the police to track, but I
believed it was the right thing to do. The
Don had said that It’s meant to be like a
sense of knowing for Vera that her killers
hadn’t gone unpunished. plus by the
time the police caught up, i would have
been done with my vengeance mission,
dissappeard and started a new life.
Placing the flowers on the dead driver I
muttered ‘for Vera’.


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EATING THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT PART 1 .
Jide Babalola was having a bad day.What worried him was not the fact that he seemed to be having a progressively bad day every day for the past three months. He was concerned because he was beginning to get used to it. And that was not a good thing.The kitchen of the Babalola household was redolent with the smell of something fried and spicy, but the ambience was ruined by the emotions running riot in the fragrant space. A plate on the counter washeaped with an appetising load of golden toast and fried eggs, a cup of coffee steaming beside it. As mouth-watering as the food looked, it was the object of dispute that morning. Jide stood over the meal, arms crossed as he faced his wife, who sat on the other side of the counter, pretending to be busy.“Patricia.” He said softly. His wife ignored him, and concentrated on furiously tapping the keys of the laptop in front of her. Early on in their marriage, whenever hecalled her full name like that, she would give him her full attention, because it usually meant he was in a serious mood. “Patricia, can you at least respond when I call you?”She stopped typing and looked up at him over the edge of the laptop. Her eyes were smouldering with anger; if looks could kill, he would have been vaporized by her gaze.“Am I deaf or are you blind?” she retorted. “You’re standing no farther than three feet away from me in this small kitchen and you want a formal acknowledgment to show I can hear you?”Jide clenched his jaw. “Is it a crime to ask for simple courtesy?”She glared at him for a moment longer, then tapped a few buttons on her laptop and closed it gently. When she faced him, arms folded on top of the laptop, insinceresmile on her face, he sighed inwardly. Her attitude was about to get worse.“Yes, lord and Master.” Patricia jeered. “Your servant is listening, please speak.”Jide sighed, and then chose to ignore the sarcasm in her voice. “Like I said, I’m running late so I won’t be able to eat this morning. I understand why that would upset you.”Patricia laughed. There was no humour in the sound. “Oh no, i don’t think you understand at all. But you will. Very soon.”“And what does that mean? Is that a threat? I’m sick and tired of all this, woman. Every day it’s one quarrel or another.”“Yes it seems that way, doesn’t it?” Patricia cut in. “Let me see, yesterday you were angry because I didn’t make breakfast for you, right? I apologized and explained I had a work deadline to meet but you stalked out. Today I wake up early to fry you eggs and now you’re saying…”“That’s why I am apologizing!” Jide yelled.Patricia raised a brow and allowed his shout to fade off before she clapped her hands slowly. “By shouting, right? You have a funny way of apologizing o…”Fifteen minutes later, Jide’s Sienna pulled out angrily from his compound. Setheing at the memory of his conversation with hiswife, he ignored the greeting of his securityguard and sped out of the estate where they lived, almost brushing a yellow tricycle into a gutter. He ignored the driver’s yell, increasing his speed as he took out his annoyance on the road, leaning on his car horn and yelling curses at any driver that dared to be slow.He knew it was just transferred aggression, but he couldn’t help himself. Despite all the self- help books he had bought and counselling documents he hadread online, his marriage seemed to be growing more strained by the day. He and Patricia had only been married less than two years and although he had been advised the point they were in would be the most stressful, he couldn’t imagine things getting any worse than they alreadywere.When Jide Babalola pulled up at the commercial law chambers where he worked as a brand communication manager, he forced himself to calm down before he left his car. He looked at his wristwatch and frowned as he realized he had actually reached work too early. His conscience pricked him as he rememberedthe things he had said to his wife in anger because he thought he was late, but he knew when he returned from work, the argument would continue if he dared to bring it up. He sighed and flipped down the mirror above his head so he could adjust his tie before he took the elevator tothe floor where his office was. He knew he looked good; the confidence of his long-legged stride was somtheing he had used years to cultivate. It was part of his job to project that corporate look and the admiring looks he received as he made hisway to his office attested to the fact.But Jide knew looks weren’t the most important thing. Peace of mind was. He greeted his secretary and breezed into his office and his practised smile faded as he settled behind his desk and sighed. He sincerely wished he could turn back the hands of time to this morning. If he hadn’t misread the time, he might have been able to eat a little of the breakfast Patricia had made for him…He frowned as his office door opened, then whipped up his professional smile a she recognized the person who had barged into his office. It was his colleague,Anita Bankole. Her tight dress stopped justabove the knee, sheathing her curves, the red colour the exact same shade as the lipstick heavily coating her mouth. He winced internally as he wondered if there was anything subtle about Anita. She was the personification of in-your-face attitude and her habit of bulldozing her way into his office without knocking was annoying.Jide was careful to keep his expression pleasant, however. She was one step above him on the corporate ladder; it wouldn’t be wise to show his displeasure.“Jide, my dear!” she squealed, walking over to him, her high heeled shoes clicking on the polished floor as she came around the side of his office table. He started to stand up, but she waved him back into his seat.“Good morning, Anita… oooof!”His greeting was cut short as she sat on him without warning and pressed her lips against his.And that literally, was how the first source of temptation fell into Jide Babalola’s lap….. Jolayemi has been unemployed since 3 years that he finished service and he is already twenty-five years of age…. He was walking down the road when he saw a signboard with vacancy written on it….he smiled buh it was short lived when he saw the condition attached…. 15 years of experience,abeg how old am I,he said aloud before walking away having one destination in mind….third mainland bridge
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GAME OF THE LEGEND (18+) PART 1 .

I have the priviledge to be in a family of four of AbdulKareems my dad is a God fearing man and also my mum. I also have one junior brother named AbdulRasheed but in our family we are lucky to have one special gift from Almighty God which is ME. Am Abdulsalam by name and most of my friends call me Vizkid but it happens that my nick name is well known more than my real name even it got to some extent that some of friends don’t know my real name. Am the gift to the family because am (beautiful) I mean am far from being call handsome(if you av watch iljimae the fanthom thief u would know what am talking about) some people even said God use a century to create me buh I feel dats just ordinary sweet talk (sorry guys I don’t know how to describe very well). In short am ladies man because of how beautiful I am (am not sure of that but there is no day that people wouldn’t tell me that) and my cool nd quite behaviour. With those features am ladies man, Maybe there is a magic that attract girls to me that I don’t know but unfortunately for them I dnt have any feelings for any of them at all because I do hear some of my neighbour who says that love is wicked or may be it is because am still small then. There is nothing I want that I don’t get, there are many things I am good at like football, cycling, Running let me jst say sports in general and both me and my younger brother are very very activated in terms of education nd social activites but the only challenges we are facing in our family is (money) though we are not rich or poor (you know those stuffs). My dad is a cab man nd my mum do all dis petty trade. We live happily with peace we don’t have any challenges after money. Our real story begin on the 15th of December (I don’t need to tell you guys the year nah) The day my parent leave the earth for heaven it happend 12 mid night of this particular day when gang of fully armed robbers broke into our apartment they stole all we have and kill them in front of us. This incident really affect me and my younger brother badly dat I even forget how to smile since then I always put on straight face we dnt know any of our family member stay with but luckily for us we are already in 3rd term of the session and my parent has already pay our school bill am in primary six while my younger brother is in primary four we jst grow up more than our age and our education is very fast am 8years den nd my younger borther is 7years, God also use our landlord as a helper to us he is the one that take good care of us and provide us food even when we have parent and teachers meeting in school he is the one that represent my parent. After the rent expires we leave the house with only the cloth we put on because that is what we are left with and when the landlord told us to leave d house that the rent has expire I don’t blame him or feel like what he did is not okay because he also have 20 children and two wifes and there only source of income is the house. After we left the house thank God we are already on vacation then like a month we kept wondering around begging for cloth and shelter at the end of the second day we left d house we ended up in a ghetto where the chairman is ready to help us he even give us a room and also provide us job (picking metals around the town from the waste bin) when we come back he might give us 500 each (at least that something) buh it happens that all other brothers that are older than us who are also in the ghetto would keep on cheating us asking for the the money or they beat us up sometimes I might ended up bleeding seriously but would make sure nothing happen to my AR (AbdulRasheed in short) because I felt he is all I got even if our parent don’t live to cater for us I made up my mind to cater for and be like a father, mother and a good brother to him so I do take all the beatings which lead me to getting stronger after recovering from every session of beating after a week of the routing. Something happened the following week. . click on the link below to continue reading http://www.naijanoisemakers.com/2017/08/14/game-legend-18-part-1/

MY LIFE IN MY PASTOR’S HOUSE PART 1 .

I was not that happy when I was forced to leave with my church pastor’s and his family. My pastor name is donald and he has lost his wife. He is quite rich,he had one son two daughters. The son was his firstborn and about 26yrs in age,his name is mark. His second born christine,oh christine was my senior. She is 18yrs of age that looks like 26 with her huge boobs and big backyard. His third born,Hannah in 17yrs of age with very large backyard even more than christine,she is my classmate.They are both very fair in complexion. Oh me,my name is jason,same age with christine,am a bit tall with wizkhalifa body,am the second and the last born. My father was the richest man in my area and my mother is a bussiness woman. Present “Jason,jason,jason” my father shouted from the downstairs angrily. “What’s wrong with this man gan sef”I murmed angrily. I quickly wear my knicker and ran downstair. To my surprise,my father was holding his belt,his eyes were red,I knew am dead. My mother knelt down and was crying profusely. My dad: Jason I heard you slapped your school principal’s daughter, true? *raising up the belt* Me: T…ru..e*stammering* He moved closer to me and said “hope you have a genuine reason?”. Oh God,I can’t tell him Eva(my principal daughter) try to kiss me,though it was a mistake I slapped her. My dad: Can’t you answer? Me: It was mistake. My mum: You heard him. He mistakenly slapped her My dad: Shut up this woman,you want to spoil his life?. Sleeping with Dorothy my friend’s daughter was also a mistake(oh that,she seduced me). Beating up his classmate outside the school is also a mistake(julia said I had small d–k). Be fully prepared,you will be living with pastor donald from tommorrow henceforth. Maybe you will learn your lesson then. He angrily dropped the belt and went to his room. Mama had this look “that’s okay by me”. I went back inside,unclad myself,I stare at my long big d–k “you implicated me” I said softly. I went into the bathroom and have my bath. I put on my uniform,collected my pocket money from mama not after several advice which I just pretended to hear and I went straight to school. One thing about my father,he hates spoilt kid,that’s why he never allow me near all his car,I love trekking and its fun. Oh,I was an ss2 student,same class with hannah,christine was in sss3 and also the senior gir.I was very handsome,fair but not too much in complexion with my killing pink lips I got to school to see many students outside the gate all knelt down,I knew am late and it was my dad’s fault. I walked nearer and I also knelt down,I raise my head to see eva and julia(julia,the one that says I had a small d–k). Eva was very beautiful and a gentle type,she had medium boobs and a-s and was very fair in complexion while julia is choco in complexion and had this huge a-s I’ve never seen though small boobs. Eva looked away the moment our eyes met while julia stared angrily. *weytin concern me,make dem die*. Eva: *finally speak* why are you late? *referring to me* Me: I woke up late. And you what are you two doing here,are you the prefect? Julia: Oh that, senior girl put us here Christine(senior girl): Hey jason,why are you late and why don’t you come to church yesterday? Me: I was very sick yesterday*lied* that’s why I woke up late today Christine: You may enter Eva and julia looked at christine. “What?” Christine asked them “Nothing” they both replied. I heard the rest student murmuring but who cares? Mtcheeeew,I entered smiling . click on the link below to continue reading
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S£X AS SHE TAUGHT ME PART 1 (Completed) .

I was naive as a kid,just a shy nerdy kid. s*x was foreign to me and i neva really found out about it till i was almost 19. Whenever my friends talked about their s*x escapades as teens, i would listen with keen interest,basking in the euphoria of the tale. It was as if i was living vicariously through their steamy stories. I rememba John’s stories d most,he was confident and had many older brothers. We looked up to him,although we were mates. Talking to girls was easy for him,and he had them around him always. I can recall vividly how he told us about having s*x in the school toilet with a girl named Clara. I felt hurt and intrigued at the same time because she was my ultimate crush,and we were just 14. I could not grasp it,how she could do something like that . Whenever i saw her walk by,the concocted image of John and her,writhing in S#xual ecstasy,would form in my head,and i would immediately avert my eyes,so as not to give away my emotions. Nevertheless i still enjoyed the stories,they were the highlights of my s*x life as a teen. I went thru secondary school without even kissing a girl. My fantasies were filled with them,hmmmm,girls,i knew when given the chance,i would take it with both hands. And that opportunity came,yes it came,with a bang,and i am forever glad that i was untainted,ready and willing. I met Stephanie when i was in 200level in the university. The second semester had just begun,i was at the bank to pay my school fees,as was alot of the oda students. I saw her standing near the queue, about 5 pple stood btw us. She wasnt beautiful,at least not in the sense that you and i understand. She was tall,dark and glamourous. Her slight hips protuded behind her,complementing her succulent firm bosoms. She had this dreamy look abt her,confident but s*xy**,independent but whimsical. Her inviting lips were doused with a touch of glossy wet lips. Kiss me till u die was literarilly written all over her. God!,i was lost, i stood there looking at her,gaping,wishing. I still rememba every single detail about that day. The sun was shining brightly,but it wasnt hot,a gentle breeze was caressing my face. Her dark skin glowed in the sun. I glanced around and noticed alot of guys eyes were fixed on her . I heard a guy talking behind me,he was telling his friend, “oboy u dey see that bird so ?! “,” i must cage am!”. My heart was beating fast,i stood no chance,there were better guys here,that would get this girl.That moment I wished she would say something,i wanted to hear her voice,so i’l carry it to my dreams,were i’d cherish it for eternity. I got tired of standing,so i sat on the lush,well trimmed grass,near the bank building. Heaven smiled down on me. About 10 minutes later she came n sat near me,i guess she was fed up standing too. I almost screamed with joy,it took alot of self restrain for me not to have shouted. She said sumtin,i didnt hear at first,ofcourse i was still in disbelief,how cud i hv been so lucky ?. “Are u here to pay ur fees ?”,she askd again,this time i promptly replied affirmatively. “This system is so stressful,i cant believe we’ve been here over 2 hours”,”i feel so tired n worn out”. I wanted to tell her she still looked gorgeous, and that would hv sounded corny. To this day,i cant still understand why she spoke to me. All i could say was sorry,it’l soon be over. She just looked at me,blinked her eyes and sighed. She stood up,turned to me n said tanx. I was confused . My eyes trailed her as she walked away,a fading dream,now i was back to reality. I finished my bank stuffs n headed out d banking hall,i had almost forgotten abt her,when i saw her again.This must be fate. This time i walked over to her,in my heart i prayed she still remembered me. “hi”, “hey you” she replied. “Guess your done ?” i answered yea. We chit chatted a bit,she said she would come bk d next day to finish up,as she had something to do now. I offered to come keep her company the nxt day,to my surprise she agreed . She asked for my phone,punched in her numbers and left. It felt so surreal,i couldnt believe it,even when i got bk home and told my friends,they too didnt believe it. Obviously she was older than me,i guessed maybe abt 5 or 6 years. I was almost 19 and she looked mid mid 20s. I waited till the next day to call her,if she gave me a wrong number,i wouldnt sweat it,i was contented already,and never thought things could progress this far. At the second ring she picked up,time paused,i was silent,i tried to talk,no words came out,it was her voice,it was unmistakeable. It was soft and serene,music to my ears. I hung up,trying hard to catch my breath. She called back immediately,i picked and mumbled something inaudible. She knew it was me. “Are you still coming?”, ” ofcourse” i retorted. “ok see u in a bit”. She dropped the call. . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2016/12/12/sx-taught-part-1/

NICK THE HOUSE HELP PART 1 .


At the sitting room, watching manchester united vs stoke city highlight,because when am supposed to watch the live match, my Madam won’t let me,she always like sending me on an errand anytime she sees am not busy. Thank God she is out today,at least i can watch the highlight of the match,I was with my madam daughter,she was busy chatting and also smiling. (Girls sha,dem no go kill peson.).. As i was busy watching the super sports boring advert, suddenly i heard my name from behind… Sara : Nick!!! can you please, get me my hand bag? (Chai,wetin i do this people ehh,even peson wey i senior go dey send me around, but i have to. If she dares reports me to her mum,mehn.. I better bury my self,before she lays hands on me ) Me : Ok I carried my self up and slowly went to get her bag. I gave her the hand bag,then she stood and said to me. Sara : Nick,, when mum comes back,tell her i went to see a friend. I’ll be back soon. Me : Alright.. ( For your mind you don open eye,Ode.). Thank God they’ve all left.. Let me just calm my self down.. Body no be firewood nau. I placed my leg on the sitting room table.. Chai,oga sweet oo… I continue watching my football highlight. And suddenly, I heard from the back. KELVIN!!!!… (Jesu cristi) this girl did not close the door while leaving,and my mind skipped from it… I turned back and it was my Madam.. #AmDead *PAUSE* Don’t mind me, Am Nicholas by name.. But people around me calls me Nick,, My parents have no money to further my education,my dad have to let me go and stay with his late friend wife,she resides in Lagos. Thou, am not the only child,I still have my sister with me,her name is cellindra, but we call her queen… She is intelligent and her joy means a lot to me and my parents.. I traveled all the way from Anambra to Lagos.. So that’s where i met my my madam,her name is. Mrs Onome,but i call her Madam. I also met sara,sara is mrs onome daughter,very disrespectful and arrogant,anyways that’s there problem. I have a dream,I have to succeed,I have my parent and my kid sister to take look after. Am gonna make it, but how will this happen..? Find out what happened next at this great story. Don’t miss it. . *NICK THE GREAT* . click on the link below to continue reading http://www.naijanoisemakers.com/2017/09/07/nick-house-help-part-1/

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