A Special Surprise
by
Jane Daffron & Barbara Paul
The Observation Nose of the Seaview
was dark save for its night-lights and the reflections that shone on the walls
surrounding the great transparent portals.
Admiral Harriman Nelson sat alone in his 'front porch' staring out into
the darkness of the water as his great boat glided gracefully through the depths
of the South Pacific Ocean. They
were now on the last leg of a mapping survey, recording geological changes
around the rim of the Pacific Plate referred to as the Pacific Ring of Fire.
It had been an especially long cruise this time around, his first long one in
the several months since the incident with the ‘Gray Ghost’ underwater mines. There had been others, short one or two weeks at a time…but
this one had been six weeks in length and it was beginning to take its’ toll on
everyone. Sighing just a bit, he
looked back down at the paperwork and his open log book. Shortly they would be heading for Santa Barbara, their home
port, and some very eagerly anticipated shore leave.
Over the course of the past few hours, he had tried continually to
concentrate on the latest results in the report before him but his mind kept
wandering aimlessly.
He swung around and got up from his chair.
Walking over to the credenza, he poured himself another cup of coffee…more out
of habit than necessity. As he sipped the strong brew, he stood
in front of the expansive view ports.
Damn!
I’m tired. I can’t
concentrate. I’ve got to get this
paperwork done but I can’t focus.
Taking another sip of coffee, he looked down
at his watch. 2345.
24 hours. I’ve been up now
for 24 hours. I’m surprised that Jamie’s not up here after my ass. I’m supposed to take it easy…but there’s
too much paperwork to be done here.
Why the hell can’t I just sit down here and do this?
He looked back through the partially closed
crash doors that separated the Nose area from the main Control Room. Delta Watch was on duty now, and that
meant Lt. Bobby O’Brien had the watch.
Peering in through the partition, he watched in silent admiration as his
crew went about their duties. He
could feel the quiet hum of Seaview’s powerful engines as she glided
effortlessly through the depths.
Finally, he sat the cup down on the table and returned to his seat,
determined to get through the final reports so that he could head back to his
cabin and rest.
But he found he was unable to keep properly
focused and his thoughts kept drifting back to the events of several months
before…to the downed USS Monterey and to the explosion that nearly killed
him. Maybe Jamie was right. Maybe it was time for him to
reassess his life. He certainly
wasn’t getting any younger. The
rough and tumble world he’d been so used to was getting rougher than he’d
ever imagined. Maybe it was time to leave certain
things to the younger generation.
He’d certainly seen more than his share of death-defying situations.
I’m getting too old for some of this shit.
I almost bought it this time.
Sighing just a bit, he tried again to turn his attention to the reports laid out in front of him. He was trying so hard to concentrate on what he was doing that he didn't notice O'Brien come up with a clipboard.
"Sir?" he asked softly.
Nelson almost didn't hear him until O'Brien called out his name. He glanced up in surprise.
"Sorry to disturb you, sir, but I thought you'd like to know that this came in for you a few moments ago." The second officer handed him a small piece of paper containing a message.
He glanced at it and smiled, then refolded it, setting it aside. "Thanks."
O'Brien turned to go to the credenza for a cup of coffee. Glancing back over his shoulder, he asked, "Want some, sir? It's about out and if you're going to be up here long, I can have the Galley bring up a fresh pot."
"Yeah, go ahead. Something tells me I'm going to be here for awhile," he replied and went back to his paperwork.
But ten minutes later, he found himself
coming back to one returning idea. That by tomorrow evening, he would be
locked in the warm embrace of his wife's arms, enjoying the pleasures and
comforts he now sorely missed.
I never thought I’d ever admit that I
actually miss being home. Or that
I’d miss having her aboard. Now I
really understand what some of the men go through.
Officially, ‘she’ was Karen Davis Nelson.
Professionally, Captain Karen Davis, USNR, mission specialist, SSRN Seaview. Brought aboard to develop and head Seaview’s Deep
Water Dive team. And then, the
unexpected happened. Over time, he
fell in love with her and she with him.
Neither wanted nor expected it, but it seemed as if they had had no other
alternative but to relent to it.
She wasn’t on board this trip - duties concerning further development of the
team and its equipment kept her back at the Institute.
Not that she’d wanted to stay…he’d had to insist to her that he was
fine…and it wasn’t until Will Jamison had assured her of his condition that she
conceded that she was actually needed at the NIMR and in various meetings,
instead of on board the boat.
Nelson was actually ready for this particular
shore leave. He had always had a
tendency to put such things off before, generally working through them, but ever
since his marriage, this aspect of his life had changed. In fact, he had grown quite used to them
and for some strange, inexplicable reason, now found himself actually looking
forward to them. Both he and Karen
had been working extremely hard over the past few months at their own individual
projects. This time apart had made both of them
edgy so the decision was made that they’d reserve a room at a Bed & Breakfast
inn they had come to enjoy up in the Napa Valley. As soon as Seaview docked and all secured, he’d fly up
to meet her. She had to be up on
the northern section of California anyway, meeting with the manufacturer of the
diving helmets for the Team’s specialized suits, so they’d agreed to meet at the
Prescott Inn. Unbeknownst to her,
he had also secretly arranged something very special for her with the manager,
John Prescott, an old friend of his.
Several months before, Karen had shown him a
side of herself that he had never known existed. A highly erotic side.
There had been a slight 'disagreement' between them and when he had had to fly
to Washington, D.C. for an emergency budget meeting at the Pentagon, she had
slipped an envelope containing a letter and a sheath of papers into his luggage.
It had contained a thinly disguised apology as well as a 'fantasy' that she had
written the very first week they had seriously started to see each other. That evening, Karen ‘unexpectedly’
showed up at his hotel room and the remainder of the weekend was one that
Harriman Nelson would not soon forget.
Looking back now, he finally realized that there were many facets of his
wife that he didn't know, but looked forward to discovering.
Smiling to himself, he had to admit that her
expose had indeed surprised, and, most definitely, delighted him that weekend.
And amazingly enough, he’d found that he’d kept that letter and its contents
with him, even aboard the boat.
Somehow, he felt it kept her near to him and it never ceased to amaze him that
she had so many interesting sides.
The very fact that she’d written something such as that about him, with such
erotic description, and it still excited him beyond his own imagination.
I never in my life imagined that Karen was
capable of such description.
Damn! Just reading it…
He felt his face flush with slight
embarrassment as he remembered the sexual fantasy his wife had described on
paper and it brought about a slight rise in anticipation of events to come. And yet, as he sat looking out the great
‘glass’ ports, he realized that at no time during the last four years, had he
really told her how he felt about her and about the effect she had had on
his life. Yes, they had finally
married but he had never really told her.
How do I tell you, Karen, how much you
really mean to me? You know I have
a hard time expressing myself sometimes…
Rubbing his temple and then running his hand
through his hair, he knew he had to tell her.
But how?
That's the problem. I've tried so many
times. Even before that dive. I
didn't want you to make that dive. Why in God's name didn't I just come right
out and tell you then? Lee warned
me…told me I needed to tell you how I felt. He told me you were in love with me.
I should have commanded you not to make that dive.
She had gone through so much for him and he
for her. Remembering the feelings
of helplessness he had had as he had to stand outside the decompression chamber
and watch her, hurt, helpless, and unconscious, after the accident, unable to go
to her, hold her hand and tell her how he felt, how deeply in love he was with
her…he finally took a piece of paper and started to write.
His thoughts were interrupted moments later
by one of the crewmen silently bringing in another pot of coffee and placing it
on the credenza. Wordlessly, he
nodded his head in acknowledgement and then returned to the paper in front of
him. An hour or so later, after
some very serious soul searching and numerous revisions, he sat back in near
exhaustion. Looking down, he
couldn't believe that he'd actually finally bared his soul to her. Oh,
he'd shared a lot of himself with her over the past few years… he'd found he'd
had to. After all, she had insisted there be no secrets between them, wanting an
open and honest relationship.
However, this…this was much different and it hadn’t been easy for him. He picked the letter up and read it over
a multitude of times, making sure every thing…every word…was right. Knowing how she had opened up to him in
her letter, he felt it was time for him to be open with her but he still found
it very difficult to express his feelings, even here. He'd never told anyone about his deepest inner feelings and
fears, not even his sister, Edith. These were things he'd always kept to
himself…feeling that if they were shared, they'd make him, or even others,
vulnerable. Still, this was his wife…his life's partner. Somehow, though, it
still didn't make it any easier but he felt he needed to tell her.
I hope this tells you, Karen. I hope…Hell! I don't know what I expect
out of this. She knows I love her. Looking down at the simple gold ring that now graced
his left hand, a slight smile appeared.
I do love her. I just
wish I could really tell her.
Back in Santa Barbara, at the Nelson
Institute of Marine Research, a redesign of the radios and other systems in the
dive suits to withstand severe impacts had kept Karen Davis Nelson quite busy.
After the failures of some key systems during the Gray Ghost operation,
she wanted to make sure it didn't occur again. Not having communications at
those depths under those conditions could possibly prove deadly to her team. She
herself had been through an incident where lost communications had almost cost
her and her teammate their lives. So, this was something she wasn't ready to
accept at this time, no matter who it involved. And like her husband,
Karen could become very channeled and almost obsessive where her work was
involved. The fact that this last incident had involved the life of her husband
made it even more imperative that all the equipment worked perfectly. The fear
and thoughts of having possibly lost him out there had scared her soundly. She
wasn't prepared to lose him now…or ever.
This was simply not an option in her book. So, instead of joining the
boat on this latest assignment, she stayed behind to work with her research and
development team on the redesign.
Then the meeting with the designers of the helmets came up and she’d had to fly
up to Oakland. And since he’d asked
her to meet at the Inn anyway, the trip north had taken on an extra meaning.
She arrived just shortly after sunset that evening and decided to get things ready for his arrival. After receiving a key to their suite from the manager, she wearily put the key in the lock and turned it. Opening the door, what she found inside wasn't what she had planned at all. Slowly walking inside, she found the room lit with hundreds of candles…the reflections of which bathed the room in a soft warm glow. She paused and looked around the room. There was a lit fireplace and a oriental rug on the floor before it. The furniture had a deepened Old English appearance to it. The lace curtains had been pulled closed, and an exquisite meal of pheasant under glass, caviar, an assortment of vegetables, and a large trifle bowl of strawberries with chocolate sauce and whipped cream was waiting. There were two glasses of high quality cut crystal filled to the brim with Champagne waiting for the evening cocktail. The remaining portion of a bottle of Dom Perigon was placed on ice in a silver ice bucket sitting on a stand next to the table. A small crystal vase containing a single red rose stood quiet sentinel beside her plate, which contained a folded paper with her name on it. As she sat down in the chair in front of her plate, she carefully picked up the paper and opened it. Recognizing the handwriting as that of Harry's, she began to read…
Karen, This trip has been too long and hard this time around - I guess I really do need to start heeding Jamie’s advice a bit more often, especially after the incident in the Marshalls. Maybe I do need to pace myself a bit more. There’s just been so much happening here. He’s been after me to rest. In some ways, you’d think I was married to him, not you. He actually threatened me. ME! There are times I think Will Jamison actually believes that he’s the one who make decisions around here.
I've been up now
for the last 24 hours, trying to get all the paperwork done before we dock, but
I'm having a hard time of it…all I can do is think of you…and holding you in my
arms. Maybe I’m getting a bit
sentimental in my old age, but as I sit here in the Nose, staring out at the
blackness of the ocean before me, I find my mind drifting to you. I keep
wondering...what is it that she sees in this old, weathered body that I
see reflected in the window before me? I’m so much older then she is and not
the most handsome man around. So…why me?
I was recently
thinking back to when I first saw you. And believe it or not…I do
remember that brief encounter in the hall outside the SecNav’s office
that day. I actually remember
thinking to myself that you were a very attractive woman…and there was something
in your eyes that caught me. Then,
when I saw you again at the airfield, I felt something stir deep inside me.
I really think It was a feeling I had tried to forget because I wasn’t ready to
confront it yet. Frankly, I really believe I was afraid of the possible outcome,
so I simply shut it out... I refused to acknowledge to myself that
I was attracted to you…but as the time passed and we got to know each other
better, I started to get that feeling back again, and each time it became
stronger, more compelling and teased me to ‘Push the Envelope’ as you would put
it. Yet something held me back. I know now that it was that ever
constant companion I had come to know so well over the years...a thing called
fear. I was afraid I’d let myself
fall in love with you and then lose you like I had lost Katherine. And quite
frankly, I didn’t think I could go through that again.
It would have killed me inside.
So many questions kept haunting my thoughts. What would I do if you and Caitlin were ever put in jeopardy
because of me? How would I handle
it? Would I react the same way as
before? I guess I didn’t want to
think about things like this so, once again, I retreated to the safety of the
past and put those feelings in check. I tried to keep my professional and
personal lives separate.
Well, as we both
know...that didn’t work, did it?
Somewhere,
however, between the time you first arrived at the Institute and now, you’ve
done something to me I can’t fully explain. I still can’t believe that, at this
stage of my life, I’ve been given such a gift.
You don’t know how hard it was for me that day…taking that 1st step
to ask you for dinner. As much as I wanted to before that...I’d held everything
in check. But there was always this little voice urging me to take the chance.
I think you know that one part of that ‘voice’ was Caitlin’s.
I do owe her a great debt of gratitude that I will never be able to repay. Had
she not kept after me, I don’t know if I’d have found the courage necessary to
chart the course that brings us here now.
Your daughter, my dear Karen, is one formidable foe.
In a way, I pity the man she finally marries, for he’ll never really know that
he’s been ‘under fire’ until it’s too late.
I’ve tried over
the past year or so to figure out what it is about you that has so totally taken
charge of my life like this. Is it that look in your eyes as they catch the
morning sun when you first wake? Is it your smile that greets me every morning
when you kiss me as you get up…and is there whenever things don’t go exactly as
planned? Or is it that strange sense of humor of yours that constantly keeps me
guessing and on my toes, such as your insistence that the Academy will never
beat VT and that I have to purchase season tickets to a college I never
attended? (tho I do have to admit that getting you
to the Academy wasn’t as hard as I thought it’d be). I simply don’t know. I have to admit…I never figured I’d fall
in love with someone that has such a wonderful, quirky way of looking at life. Maybe it’s all these things and the way you know just when
and how to put me at ease when I’m tense, upset or angry. You know, I never can stay mad at you for long…you won’t let
me, to begin with. You have this strange habit of making me
forget why I was ever angry, particularly at you.
There’s so much
I’ve wanted to say to you but I’ve never had the courage or the ability to do
so. You don’t know how much it means to me to just have you close. To just sit
in the evenings on the beach or on the deck at our home and just hold you in my
arms. Nothing more. I’ve actually stood inside at the patio
door and watched you standing at the railing on the deck…and wondered why in
hell it took me so long to finally realize that I loved you.
Do you remember
the night a few weeks ago, when you came home and I was standing out on the
deck? That day had been pretty bad
– I’d had to referee several ego battles and to tell you the truth, I was just
plain tired. You didn’t say a word – just put your
arms around me and stood there. I
think we must have stood there for 5 to 10 minutes before you ever said a word. But you know, just the fact that you
were there was what felt so good.
Then when I feel
your desires, I can only hope I’m fulfilling your needs.
Sitting here, I
thought of you and what I would do when I see you again. I somehow envisioned seeing you in a
room full of blazing candles, sitting at a table, a wonderful meal before us, a
glass of Champagne in your hand…somewhat similar in fact to the first night of
our honeymoon. You looked so enticing that night…I have
to admit, you completely surprised me that evening. You know, you’re always so attentive to my needs and somehow,
I often feel I don’t give you near the attention and the love you need or
desire. You deserve it…and so much more.
Maybe, in some small way, I can make up for this night.
You know I’ve
never been very good at expressing my personal feelings to anyone…even Edith.
Somewhere I’ve heard it said that men often have a hard time expressing exactly
how they feel…if so, then I guess I’m like most men. That’s why this letter is very hard for
me to write. It makes me feel vulnerable.
And you know by now that I don’t handle being vulnerable very well. I just hope
that what I lack in words will be more than made up for in actions.
I want tonight to be something very special for you, Karen. It’s my hope that this slightly ‘Old
Fashioned’ man you married can make it in your ‘modern’ world and make your
dreams, and fantasies, come true the way you’ve made mine. So….
Harriman |
The note ended there. She gently refolded it and placed it
back on the table, the letter now slightly stained with the tears that had
silently flowed as she had read it.
It had touched her heart in a way no one would, or could, ever understand. Karen Nelson knew what it had taken for
him to write this. As he had
stated, he often had a hard time expressing himself verbally with her. That part of the letter was true, yet
she also knew in her own heart by his actions both toward her, and with her, how
he truly felt. Harriman Nelson was
more of a man of deeds rather than words.
And those 'deeds' spoke more about him than anyone would ever know. She knew that from the very moment he
asked her to marry him…and from the moment she said 'yes'. They were two very strong willed people, yet for some reason,
they seemed to compliment each other in strength and disposition. She had often told him that he kept her
‘grounded’, in touch with true reality and that was never more true than now.
She couldn't help but feel herself wishing he
were there right then even though she knew he’d be there soon enough. All she wanted was for him to take her
into his arms and have him love her.
Picking up the letter again, she unfolded it and reread it. Those people who knew her well knew that she was a true
romantic. What he had just done in
this letter was something she would truly cherish for the rest of her life.
The tears continued to flow as she whispered
aloud, “Why do you do this to me, Harry? You really know how to get into my heart, don't you? “
Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands come from
behind and close over her eyes. She
knew those hands so very well and as she touched the arms, she felt the leather
sleeves of his flight jacket and a whiff of his aftershave caught in her
nostrils. Nelson moved around to
face her and then knelt down on one knee before her. Taking her tear stained face gently in his hands, he claimed
her mouth with a deep and passionate kiss.
Slowly, he broke away and looked deep into her eyes as his fingers
entwined in the curls of her hair.
"Now, I think I’ve heard an old saying about
‘turnabout being fair play?" he gently told her, slightly teasing her as he
stood, pulling her up with him and taking her in his arms for another long and
enthusiastic kiss. He brought his
hands to her shoulders and slowly began to kiss her cheeks, nose, forehead and
then her neck. "I've missed you," he whispered in her ear and then added, "My
bunk’s been just a tad bit lonely."
"And I missed you, Harriman," she murmured as
she felt his lips brush her neck.
"And this is perfect. It's so beautiful. Thank you so very much." Her resolve was starting to melt as his
breath felt like searing coals on her skin.
"I meant every word," came the muffled reply,
his hands gently undoing the zipper of her dress. His lips claimed hers as he then slipped
her dress from her shoulders. She
stood before him clad in little more than her undergarments and those also soon
dropped quietly to the floor.
“Course I had a little help in setting up the arrangements.
John and Maggie saw to that.”
Removing his hat and tossing it backward onto
the chair behind her, she then began to slowly undo his tie. It dropped to the floor as she removed
his leather flight jacket, letting it slip down his arms to the floor as well. Her lips met his and she kissed him
softly as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders and
sliding it down around his waist.
Gently pulling his cotton T-shirt free from his pants, she grasped the ends and
slid it up over his head. His chest
felt so warm and safe as she then pulled him close to her in a passionate
embrace.
"How did I get so lucky to find someone like
you? What is it that you see in
me?" he asked her in a hushed voice as he took the palm of her hand and kissed
it ever so gently.
Karen looked deeply into those steel blue
eyes and barely touched her lips to his.
As her arms slowly found themselves around his neck, she replied, "That's
not such a hard question, Harry.
I love you. It's as
simple as that. What you've just
done is the most beautiful thing I've ever known. You'll never know what this
means to me." She traced a line
around his lips as they captured her fingers.
"We were both lucky to find each other… and…you're right," she smiled and
said, "We do have Caitlin to thank."
She continued to undress him as she unbuckled
his belt, undid the button at the waistline of his trousers, then unzipped them.
As he stepped out of them, he kicked off his shoes into the pile and they left
their clothes in a heap on the floor when he picked her up in his arms
and carried her into the antique filled bedroom. Lowering her gently onto the
bed, he then joined her as he continued to kiss her passionately.
As he broke their heated embrace, he began to gently massage her, starting first
at her forehead and temples, working the lines of worry and tension from her
face and then moving to her neck and shoulders.
"You feel tense," he quietly remarked as he
began to knead the stiffness from her muscles. "Is there a reason?"
Smiling seductively up at him, she slyly
answered, "Too tense…from too long a time away from you. You’ve spoiled me, Admiral Nelson, to
certain, ah, necessities in life."
"Well, then…hmmmmm, I guess I'll need to take
care of that then, I see," was his lustful reply as he continued to massage her
and felt her start to relax under his touch. Slowly, he moved to her chest and
carefully caressed her breasts. His
hands and fingers lightly fondled them as his lips teased the small knobs on
each. Then carefully but firmly, he began to
move further down, rubbing and working the muscles, until he reached her thighs.
His thumbs then massaged the inner muscles of her groin and his fingers worked
the outside of her legs. Her soft
sighs of contentment pleased him.
"I want to make love to you," he whispered as
he continued to kiss her stomach.
His hands worked their way down her legs, massaging each part of them
until he reached her feet. He then
began to rub each one to ease the tension in them.
Remembering her reaction from the day of their wedding when he had
massaged them after she had complained, Harry smiled to himself as he watched
her contented reaction to his motions.
She gazed at him through half opened eyes. He was sitting at the end of the bed massaging her feet, just as he had the evening they were married. "You do, do you?" was her reply, a bit of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
His voice. that wonderful resonant, sexy
voice. low but husky with lust, replied, "Yes, I do."
She held out her hand to him, smiled, and
nodded her affirmation. As he took
it, he bent over and kissed her fingers.
He then began to slowly move back up, kissing her skin ever so softly as he
inched closer and closer to his ultimate goal.
His fingers expertly caressed her thighs, massaging them lightly to ease
the tightness. Her body was
responding to his touch as a low throaty moan of pleasure escaped from her lips. Over the period of the past couple of
years, he had learned exactly what would excite her.
She started to reach for him…to reciprocate the pleasure…but he refused
her, instead gently pushing her hands aside.
"No, Karen, tonight is your night,"
came the reply. His fingers
continued kneading and massaging until they reached her pubic mound and he then
slowly spread her legs apart.
Maneuvering himself between them, he continued until he found that hidden secret
place that he knew would bring her intense pleasure.
His lips lightly kissed that most sensitive spot and he felt a slight
shiver of anticipation in her body. It pleased him to know that she
felt the sensuous pleasure he was attempting to give her. His tongue began to play ever so softly
with that magic button of hers while his fingers explored the surrounding area. As he spread
the small lobes of flesh aside, his tongue gently sought out the core of her
very essence. Finding it, he began
to bring her closer and closer to an intensity that she hadn't known in a while.
Her low moans of obvious pleasure added to his own feeling of arousal. When he felt she was just at the brink
of her climax, he broke off and slowly began to enter her.
"Tonight I'll take you to a place you
never knew existed," he murmured as he slipped silently inside her hot
moistness.
She felt warm and inviting. He entered slowly at first, stopping
momentarily at its entrance before proceeding on. Just the tip
entered her at first and then retreated to enter again, only this time to probe
deeper with each successive stroke.
He was trying very hard to contain himself, not wanting his own gratification
until she had reached her peak of pleasure and satisfaction. His momentum slowly
increased and he leaned down to claim her waiting mouth.
Their bodies moved together in unison as if
acting out some primeval dance.
Then, suddenly, as if in suspended time, he watched as she suddenly arched her
back in response and felt her wash over him as she reached her peak. Over and over, her contractions held
him…caressed him…until he finally tensed, then shuttered, as he exploded within
her. His eyes never left hers as he
escaped into his own world of intense fulfillment. Their rhythm slowed and he
took her into his arms, enveloping her, holding her in quiet contentment.
For what seemed an eternity, the only sounds
they heard was that of their own breathing and each other's heartbeats. They
were simply content to lie in each other's arms, their union unbroken, savoring
what had just passed between them. Shortly, he placed his hand under her chin
and raised her face up toward him. He bent down slightly and her lips met his in
a breath of a kiss as he softly told her, "I love you, Karen."
She gazed back into the eyes of the man who
had captured her heart. "And I love
you too, Harriman…more than anything in this world."
His finger traced a soft line around her lips
and then he lightly kissed the tip of her nose. A slight grin appeared as he quietly but firmly stated, "As
you so aptly put it, Captain…there are some things that are better
physically demonstrated rather than verbally explained. And I'm about to provide you with
'demonstrations' that you won't soon forget."
The dinner went untouched that night…not even the champagne was consumed. The candles burned long into the night and deep into the following morning. They never heard the maid's knock on their door nor did they even care. Harriman Nelson had in fact provided his wife with a night she would not soon forget…both in word…and in deed.
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