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Disclaimer: I do not own the game this work is based on (Jak & Daxter) and receive no compensation for writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Ch. 1
- 3-Ch. 2
- 4-Ch. 3
- 5-Ch. 4
- 6-Ch. 5
- 7-Ch. 6
- 8-Ch. 7
- 9-Ch. 8
- 10-Ch. 9
- 1
- 2
Jak & Daxter: Safety
Chapter 0
By Sillyneko & Tempo
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AN: Tempo and I have been kicking ideas around for this series for since about 2011. He's been busy, I've been busy, so it's just now getting done. (For those of you not in the know, he's quite the prolific and popular furry writer and a good friend.) Since getting in gear a couple months ago, we've got enough done that we're ready to post one chapter a week for a while.
FYI: The prologue is set between Jak 2 & 3, when Tess is still a human. If you're weirded out by a human lady and and ottsel getting frisky, I'd turn back if I were you. Further chapters will be set after Jak 3, when Tess is an ottsel.
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“Why do I feel like I’m about to do Tess a disservice…?”
From Jak’s shoulder plate, his best friend huffed a laugh. “Oh, you’re doin’ her a disservice, alright. You’re givin’ her a small taste of the magic that is Orange Lightning, only to yank that magic away before she could possibly get her fill. That’s harsh, Jak.”
The hero rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Right.”
Gravel crunched under his boots as they approached the slumped shell of the Hip Hog Heaven saloon, neon signs now dark and lifeless. Krew’s recent demise had left the future of the place in limbo. For lack of somewhere better to go, Tess still kept her room in the living quarters upstairs. She would probably be grateful for the ottsel’s company now that the bar was closed indefinitely.
“You sure you wanna stay overnight, Dax? I could come back for you later.”
“What are you, my chaperone?” The smaller of the two flicked his friend’s ear tip lightly. “I’ll be fine, pal. Tessie’s fine with me curling up on her couch for the night. You just mosey back over here tomorrow afternoon like we planned.”
Jak sighed as they reached the door and Daxter leaned forward to knock eagerly. There was no reason in the world that the ottsel shouldn’t stay with Tess if he wanted to. Unfortunately, knowing that didn’t make it any easier for Jak to let him go. They hadn’t spent a night apart since the day Dax had sprung him from the baron’s prison. No matter how foolish it made the hero feel, he was loathe to let his small friend out of his sight for any longer than necessary.
Welcoming light spilled suddenly into the darkening street. “Daxxie!” Tess smiled hugely as the door and her arms opened wide. “I’m so glad you’re here!”
The mustelid flashed her a smarmy look. “That makes two of us, sweet-cheeks.”
Jak leaned forward reflexively as Daxter hopped easily from his shoulder to the blonde barkeep’s arms. Despite the metal plate, the shoulder felt somehow glaringly light. He cleared his throat. “Hey, Tess. Looks like he’s all yours.”
Snuggling the ottsel in her arms, she kissed his forehead indulgently. “Thanks for bringing him over, Jak. We’re gonna have so much fun!” She spared the other human a glance. “What are you up to tonight while I steal your partner in crime?”
He shrugged his oddly empty shoulder awkwardly. “I figured I’d run a few rounds through the gun course, then head over to Keira’s. I’ll be back tomorrow. Call me if you need anything, okay?”
“Sure thing. But don’t worry—we’ll take good care of each other, won’t we Daxxie-waxxie?”
The ottsel’s tone took on a distinct purr as he nuzzled into her hug. “Sure we will, toots." He waved an orange paw. "See ya later, Jak!”
Biting back a surge of unexpected jealousy, the green-blonde waved and turned his back. The street once more returned to shadow as the door clicked closed behind him.
Jak kind of sucked at being a regular guy. He’d been saving the world since he was fifteen and that was all anyone expected of him. That was also something he couldn’t do at the moment. Kor was defeated. Erol was dead. Baron Praxis’ iron rule lay in shambles, the city slowly beginning to put itself back into some semblance of normalcy.
But what if Jak couldn’t do the same?
With a deep breath, he began the long walk to the gun course. At least Daxter was making an effort at getting on with his life, even in the face of his continued fur issue. The very least Jak could do was wish him the best.
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On hands and knees, Tess peered under her bed. In the shadows she spied a lump of orange, too far under for her to reach. She sighed. "Daxter?"
The ottsel curled his tail tighter around himself. "I—Uhh… Nothin' to see here!"
"Aww, Daxxie, I don't mind! Really!" She could probably shift the bed and grab him, but that seemed mean. Poor guy. Not his fault no one in Haven City sold pants his size.
And the evening had all been going so well, too. They'd spent it swapping stories, reveling in the chance to spend time together away from the activity of the bar, studying the blueprints of each other's lives. He'd been lounging over her lap, three feet of adorable orange fluff. Who could blame her for stroking his pelt? He certainly didn't mind.
In fact, he'd liked it a little too much. Daxter lay zonked out over her thighs, his usual reaction to being petted. The fluff of his crotch usually kept matters from getting indecent, but her hand swept a little too low and bumped something warm. And stiff.
She glanced down to see a finger-sized length of pink flesh poking from a sheath of creamy fur. Smooth, sleek, and adorable: it bobbed against her fingertips, begging to be touched.
Daxter had snapped from his reverie in an instant. For a frozen second, he looked up at her—mortified. Then he’d flailed to the floor and scrambled under the bed.
If only she could lure him out. A trail of beer bottles might do it. Or…
A few minutes later, she sat on the bed and waited. As she watched, curiosity hauled the mustelid out to examine a series of gentlemen’s magazines.
"Dang..." He stood and flicked through a few pages, then gave her a still-bashful glance. "Wait. Where'd ya get all those girly mags in such a hurry?"
From the bottom of her stack of gun and zoomer mags. But he didn’t necessarily need to know that just yet. "Oh, Daxxie." She waved the question off and patted the bedsheets. "I think you'll find I'm pretty open to new experiences."
He clamored up onto the bed in a self-conscious slink. "I’m...uhh...really sorry. It’s just, I’m not exactly used to hot babes putting their hands all over me, though my reputation might say otherwise." He wrung his tail. "Any way I can make it up to you?"
"Sure!" Her slim hand patted his ears. "You can sleep with me."
His mouth hung open.
"Not like that, Daxxie-kins." She laughed. "When I was a little girl, I always slept with a stuffed bunnchilla. I kind of miss having something warm and soft to hold—and you're the warmest and softest around." Well, mostly soft. "Besides, we’ve cuddled plenty of times before."
He gulped, then looked at his feet. "You still want me to be your…snuggle-muffin?"
"Of course!" She paused, not wanting to push him. It seemed that he got pushed around more than she cared for. "But only if you want to."
Standing at his full couple feet of height, Daxter smiled up at her. One gloved paw scratched the back of his neck. "Ya know, I can’t think of anything I’d want more."
She stroked his sleek ears, their gazes meeting, for once at the same height. "Me either."
With a giggle of glee, Tess bounced out of bed to turn off the lights. Then she snuggled under the covers and wrapped him in her arms. As moments passed in starlight, his breaths slowed. Sleep settled over her, the patter of ottsel heartbeats a soft drumming against her own.
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Sunlight streamed into Tess's window to gleam off the various gun components propped around her room. She brushed a lock of blonde hair from her eyes, then snuggled into the silken fur of Daxter's ears.
She hadn't always liked living above the bar. Krew had poor taste in company and poor odor in general. But, as a mole for the Underground, it made sense for her to be there as much as possible. By now she had been there so long she was able to call it home with some affection.
A soft snore from Daxter broke her contemplation. She looked down to see him nuzzling her cleavage, crittering contentment all the while.
Her hands traced down his nimble body. He had such nice fur. She counted herself lucky if she didn't singe her hair with a blaster most days. Idle fingers caressed the sleek lines of his body. A happy little noise escaped his muzzle as he drew closer to her.
Then she felt it. A gentle but insistent poke against her stomach. She swallowed, then suppressed a giggle.
The slight shake of her amusement stirred the ottsel from his less-than-innocent slumber. "Hey, gorgeous." He flashed a groggy grin and nuzzled under her chin, whiskers tickling her bare neck. "Boy, I slept like a log."
"Oh, so that's what's prodding me." Her gaze flicked down between them.
His ears flopped back, eyes wide. That cute little rump wiggled back from her body, but only bumped straight into her hands. His legs curled up as he shrunk into a ball of embarrassment for the second time in twelve hours. "Uh—! I—! Err—!"
Before his monosyllable parade could continue any further, she kissed him. She had to; he was just too adorable. His lips, soft and smooth, met hers in a twitch of whiskers.
Daxter moaned in surprise, then gripped her tanktop. That thick tail curled and uncurled in pleasure. His toes splayed against her thigh.
As the kiss ended, she watched his expression, searching for signs she'd been too forward. She'd never fallen for a guy like she'd fallen for him. She'd always had a soft spot for fuzzy critters, and this one happened to be the one thing rarer than an ottsel: a good guy. "Was that too sudden?"
"Heh heh, it was a little." One paw rubbed the nape of his neck. "But ya won't hear me complainin'."
She smirked and drew a little closer, letting their noses brush. "Even if it happened again?"
"Especially then, sweet cheeks." He traced a tentative paw along her jawline. Their lips met again, this time with him nuzzling sweet little pecks all around her face.
She smiled into the kisses, then reached a hand down to explore. Between his legs, she rubbed the smooth fur of his inner thighs in silent inquiry. When all those legs did was spread wider, Tess took the hint and began an eager exploration. The supple skin of his sheath slid with ease under her fingertips, tempting her to stroke more.
With a pleasured gasp, he ground a slow hump at her palm. A tiny trace of liquid heat trailed across her hand.
Out of reflex, her fingers closed around it. With subtle wrist motions, she explored the smooth flesh of his cock. He felt so lovely in her grasp, about the size of her finger and half extended from its furry home. And very, very stiff.
Daxter bit his lower lip and arched his back. His tender sac pressed to her pinkie, cock brushing back and forth between her fingers. Soft paws settled on her wrists, urging her faster.
With a pleased smirk, the human sped her strokes. Swept up in passion, she slipped her tongue along his lips, then past them.
His muzzle opened to welcome her as she licked over smooth teeth and along his velvety cheeks. That quick little tongue lapped back at hers. A dribble of precum spread against her palm.
She rubbed the thin fluid along his throbbing shaft. Still jerking him with one hand, the other traced around his balls to cup them. Just a little faster...
A shiver shot through him. Those sensitive little orbs jumped against her fingertips. Pulses traveled up his member to fire little shots of sticky passion over her knuckles. The ottsel squeaked in wonder as he spurted in her hand. After a few more spurts, he flopped to the bed, limp and dripping.
As he lay in afterglow, she cuddled him close. "A little pent up?"
"Mmmhmm…" Breathless, he nodded against her shoulder. "Mmmm..."
She kissed his satin-furred ears and held him to her chest. Pride charged up like a power cell; she'd given him a pretty good first time. At least, she assumed he'd never really messed around before. They'd have to compare notes later. At the moment, she had a more pressing concern.
Her hand slipped into her shorts, still sticky with ottsel cream. Her folds, wetter still, were hot and swollen with anticipation as she rubbed the slick fluid along her waiting lips. The idea that it was Daxter's, that she'd made him climax, set her desire to overload. Her fingers curled into her passage, triggering a wave of bliss through her body. Fingering harder, she gave a soft gasp. Her snuggle buddy's dazed form lay alongside her, fine fur brushing bare skin. Heartbeats came rapid-fire, urged on by the tantalizing intimacy of being in bed with her long-time crush.
Daxter groped her breast, then nuzzled under her chin with a happy chirr.
Tess went off with a bang.
Orgasm rocked her body. Waves of tension and release rushed through her. The springs of the mattress creaked as she wiggled and bounced. Delighted moans filled the tidy bedroom. When, at last, she came back down, she glanced down at her bedmate.
The ottsel drooled against her cleavage, but in an adorable way.
Tess had gone from being a gangly kid to a tall, busty teenager to a taller, buster adult, but cute wasn't a word people attached to her. Well, cute in the sense of "cute butt ya got there," but never "aww, that's cute." She'd always liked cute things, though, even when she was posing as a badass barkeep for the Underground. After a stressful day, she'd sometimes cuddle up with a plush animal, from her small stuffed entourage.
Daxter, meanwhile, had adorableness to spare. He seemed largely unaware of it, but ever since meeting him, she'd wanted to snuggle him. Now, with him nestling against her, she had hard evidence of his softness.
Outside, the murmur of crowds mingled with the drone of zoomers, lit under a bright morning sun. Inside, quiet and comfort cloaked them. She pulled the covers up over them. Warm ottsel breaths spread against her throat as she drifted back into a peaceful, satisfied sleep.
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Weeks later, against a sun-soaked sky, the zoomer dipped to sail between the skyscrapers. The good people of Haven City filled the marketplace below, along with the bad. Jak smiled, just glad to have no one shooting at him for a change.
His best friend stood on his lap, ears blown back by the wind. His fuzzy orange paws gripped the controls, relying on the human to work the pedals.
As they zipped over the wall and out over the bleak serenity of the desert, the blonde cleared his throat. "So, how're things going with you and Tess?"
The ottsel leaned backward against the controls with a sly wink. "Do you really want the sordid details?"
A green eyebrow rose. “There are sordid details?”
"Oh yeah." He examined his delicate claws. “Not to get too steamy, but she's been pretty thunderstruck by Orange Lightning."
Jak fought back a pang of jealousy as the zoomer thrummed, hovering. Not that he had anything at all against Tess. She seemed like a pretty great girl, and his friend had every right to be happy. He was probably just a little lonely; that must have been where the jealousy kept creeping in from. "That's great, Dax. She's a cool lady."
"If by cool ya mean hot..." The mustelid licked a finger, then pressed it to his tail with a simulated sizzle.
The blonde chuckled, pretty sure he was getting messed with. This was Daxter, after all. The guy had a habit of hyperbole. Still, it couldn't hurt to let him have this one. "We should probably head back." He let a teasing purr enter his tone. "Wouldn't want you to miss a hot date."
"Oh yeah! It's movie night." A quick hop spun him around, and he pointed a furry digit onward. "Step on it, padre."
Jak rolled his eyes, more certain than ever that the two were as innocent as their saccharine flirtations. "See, that's adorable."
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Her forehead pressed to his, Tess smiled as Daxter nuzzled her. That velvety nose pad brushed bare skin, rivaled in softness only by his silken pelt. Her hands caressed his every curve. Never had a guy been so shameless in his affection for her; the very thought made her blush.
He edged forward to kiss her. Their lips met with a sharp inhalation of passion, his subtle masculine scent teasing her, spurring her heartbeat faster. That quick little tongue zipped along hers as fuzzy paws traced her jawline with infinite tenderness.
Feeling quite overdressed, she unzipped her top. Breeze from the fan in the window played a cool caress along her naked skin. She guided those paws down her neck to her breasts.
After a few shaky touches, the ottsel’s inherent immodesty took over: he groped inside her bra with enthusiasm.
With a warm chuckle, she reached behind her back and unclasped the garment. She shrugged out of it, leaving her lover to gasp at her topless before him. The human drew him against her breasts and stroked his ears back with a delicate touch. Her tongue traced his lips, then slipped into his mouth to trace over smooth teeth.
Seated on her thighs, he savored each kiss, taken unaware when her hand closed around his stiffening ottsel length, which poked from its cozy sheath. Plump and hot, it stroked back with ease to reveal the full length of his shaft. He moaned and bucked into her hand, those delicate balls bumping against her palm.
With an ottsel paw toying with either nipple, she smiled down at his cock. She's seen a lot more of it since Belly Rub Day, which she'd silently resolved to make an annual holiday. Her hand stroked faster, drawing forth a moan from her lover and a thin dribble of precum from his tip. “Mmm, someone likes getting a handjob...”
“Uuuughh...” He whimpered into the crook of her neck. Those curvy Precursor hips bobbed against her grasp.
Still stroking, She leaned forward to whisper in his quivering ear. “Would you like it more if I were naked?”
He nodded, whiskers tracing her cheek.
Tipping to her back, she rocked down her shorts and panties. The bed creaked a little. With luck, it’d soon be creaking a lot.
Daxter stood at the side of the bed, nervous hands clutched under his chin. He just looked so darling, she couldn’t help but grab him and cuddle him. His fur swept like silk over her breasts and stomach.
She stroked his pelt and kissed his anxieties away. Her palm cradled his crotch, urging him to hump against the heel of her hand. “Oooh, you feel really sexy.” As he hardened again, drops of heat spreading on her skin, she cast a gentle smirk his way. “Wanna be in me, big guy?”
He answered her with a deep, loving smooch.
Laying back, Tess moaned as his tongue flicked her nipples. His stiff ottsel cock teased her loins. So slick and so hot, it traced their mutual pleasure. His furry tail brushed the insides of her thighs. It would tickle, if not for arousal racing through her veins.
He traced a claw through her pubic hair, shyness forgotten but for the pink to his ears. “You ready for some orange lovin’, babe?”
“Mmmhmm.” She lifted her hips to him. Biting her bottom lip, she bore down on him. Her eager moans pushed him further and further, until he hilted into her folds.
The ottsel pressed a few experimental thrusts, then flashed her a cocky grin and bucked into her faster. He gripped her midriff and humped with shameless enjoyment. That cute little pink tongue poked between his lips, ears waggling with every thrust. His dick prodded along her G-spot, almost like someone fingering her. The ottsel grunted, his face a portrait of bliss.
She jostled her hips, wiggling around that length of hot mustelid flesh. One hand slipped down her toned stomach--her slim, bendy build left her plenty of room to rub her clit. With her other hand, she stroked down his back to grope the base of his tail.
He shuddered. Pulses of rich ottsel cream coursed hot on her walls. A quiver of tension translated through the orange mustelid, wringing every ounce of pleasure from his limber body.
Her lover shivering and spurting into her, Tess gasped aloud. Climax roared through her body with every twitch of his dick. Thighs squeezing together, she reveled in the feeling of his adorable little thrusts.
As they slumped together atop the mattress, her heart raced to catch her breath. As his semen dripped from her, she petted his silken ears; he had all the best qualities of a plush animal and a hunky lover. After a few moments, he crawled up her body to nestle under her chin.
The window fan droned on, stirring the corners of blueprints on her desk. The entire world seemed, for once, at peace. She traced idle fingers through his pelt. As the minutes piled up, though, a stubborn question stuck in her mind. "Jak's not going to be, you know, jealous, is he?"
"Jak?” He moaned against her neck. “What the heck does he have to do with this?"
"Well, you guys are pretty close.” Curling both arms around him, she chuckled. “Some people might assume you're really close."
"Babe, I can't deny everybody probably wants a piece of Orange Lightning." His paw slipped down a fuzzy flank. "But Jak's never shown much interest."
"If you say so, Daxter." She giggled. "I always thought you two made a cute couple."
"Look, I may have had a teeny little crush on the guy as a kid, but I doubt he ever noticed, let alone remembers. Ol' Jak's less about feelings and more about beating things."
“I don’t know… If I were him, I don’t think I keep my hands off you.” Her fingers slipped under his tail, then up between his legs. “Or my mouth, with this cute little package just a head’s turn away...”
“Do ya have to call it cute?” He squirmed, then trailed a fingertip down her cleavage. “I prefer ‘sensual’ or ‘studtastically virile.’”
She snuggled closer and kissed him on the nose. “Awww. It can be all three.”
“Good enough, toots.” With a contented sigh, he snuggled closer to her. “Good enough.”
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As night air chilled the city, Jak poked his head into the bar. A romantic comedy's blithe blather echoed from the lounge. He followed it around the corner.
There they sat on the sofa, innocently smitten with each other, putting the movie's sappiness to shame. Dax draped over her shoulders. His fangirl cooed sweet nothings and fed him popcorn.
The ottsel neck-pillow perked up to greet him. "Hey, Jakkie-boy."
"Hey guys." As he headed into the lounge area, he marveled at the far less dingy decor. "Either Daxter attracts more dust than I remember, or you've been cleaning, Tess."
"Cleaning and cleaning house. Ashelin managed to swing eminent domain." She crossed her arms with no small amount of pride. "As a convicted criminal, Krew's property rights reverted to the city after his death. I made sure the necessary paperwork got turned in so we got the bar as part of urban renewal."
"I'm thinking we'll name it something classy, like Daxter's Dapper Dive...or maybe Orange Lightning in a Bottle." He stroked his chin. "Unless we wanna save that one for my liquor line..."
"You're a woman of many talents." Jak couldn't help but smile. Daxter deserved somebody with common sense like her; deserved and desperately needed. "Can't blame Dax for moving in with you." He could be deeply saddened by it, but he couldn't blame Dax for it.
A flicker of recognition sparked across the ottsel's face, then he gave a slow smile. "Ya know, ol' pal, Tess has confirmed that the comfy upstairs sofa is awful lonely, if you know what I'm sayin'. How about you spend the night too, next time?"
Jak considered the notion of more nights with Daxter and less nights a wall away from Samos the Snorer. His answer required little contemplation. "That'd be great, actually."
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Tess smiled as Jak closed the door after himself. The kid put on a tough front, but every interaction with his best friend revealed that soft side, a side she had to admit was growing on her. She liked her men a little less scruffy, though, and a little more fuzzy. Idle fingers stroked Daxter's tail.
The ottsel settled back in around her shoulders with a soft purr. The film played on. As the scenes turned steamy, something hot prodded the nape of her neck.
It took her a moment to realize just what had poked her. A soft jostle against the sofa confirmed her hope. With a giggle, she slid his body around from behind her head. That pink tip peek from its creamy sheath, adorable and tempting.
A squirm of shyness wriggled down the ottsel's body. "Heh-heh, Tessie, babe, whatcha doin'?"
"Just fluffing my neck pillow." Locking eyes with him, she gave his cock the tiniest lick. The delicate throb of his erection beckoned her forth, lips sliding down the length, pushing back the tender skin that protected it.
Her darling little whiskerpuss shivered at the sensation. Resting atop her breasts, he caressed her hair with four gentle paws. Each breath stirred her bangs. As his head rolled back, those funny little goggles slipped off his ears and bounced onto the cushions.
Her tongue swept and explored, savoring the feeling of his throbbing shaft and blunt tip oozing Precursor precum. She lapped at the tip like the sweetest candy as it drew, dripping, from her mouth. With a greedy grin, she wrapped her lips around his equipment. The fur of his sac and sheath soaked in an instant. Bumping his balls with her tongue, she rubbed his stiff cock along the ridged roof of her mouth.
"Aaauggh!" Daxter shuddered and clutched her head. Spurt after spurt of sweet, musky ottsel seed splashed against her wiggling tongue. His curvy hips bucked against her mouth as she suckled his package. When at last the tension of orgasm passed, he slackened like dough in her in her hands, giving no indication of rising anytime soon.
With a smirk, she lowered him to her lap. Her tongue swept a dribble of ottsel cream from her lips as she picked a bit of fur off her teeth. Seeing him all dazed and grinning like that, though, made the effort more than worthwhile.
"Whoa..." Dax's ears fought gravity and lost, flopping back against her thigh. "I don't even know what t' say..."
"You don't have to say anything, Daxxie-pie." She stroked his buttercream underbelly. Her touch trailed through his wet fur, stroking him dry as the movie babbled on.
Twenty minutes later, the plot wrapped up as expected, with the lovers overcoming their second-act misunderstanding. She'd seen the film plenty of times; Daxter, however, had a few hundred years of cinematography to catch up on.
As she queued up the next movie, he bounded up to peer out a porthole. Those sapphire eyes traced the skies, ears perked for the sound of a tuned-up zoomer.
She chuckled as she spun his forgotten goggles around her index finger. "You really have a thing for blondes."
"One has adventures with me, the other brings the adventure to me." He cast a wink back at her, then looked her up and down. "What's not to like?"
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To be continued. Next chapter gets posted on Sunday :)
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