#MidWeekTease time With a lady who isn't impressed with her mates choice of an evening out.

Told you I'm trying to get back in the swing of things.

Yep, it's #MidWeekTease time

And today in celebration of my book out yesterday, the 2nd boxed set of Diomhair, here's a tease from the first box set. (That does make sense honest)

available here (or from Amazon uk or Totally Bound)

Diomhair—What happens there, stays there...

blurb... Secrets Scared

They say never share a secret. Sometimes, though, it’s the only thing to do.
Jess is looking forward to her night out clubbing with her best friend, but her anticipation turns to dismay when she realises the venue is a BDSM club not the disco she’d envisioned. After a disastrous experience with the lifestyle in her past, she’s adamant she wants nothing to do with it now.
David agreed to pick up his friend’s sister as a favour, and is surprised to find himself instantly attracted to the fiery Jess. The experienced Dom recognises Jess’ bluster for what it is—fear. There is no doubt in his mind that Jess is submissive, but getting her to accept that fact will take some doing.
David is determined to help her, but it is up to Jess to accept. When Jess does give in to her secret desires, can she truly let go and be the sub David is looking for, or will she hold onto her secrets?
At Diomhair you never know what will happen in the end.

and your wee tease...

"Jessie love, I maybe need to tell you exactly where we’re going. Before the car gets here.”
Oh ho. Jess’s body clenched. She’d seen that particular look on her friend’s face before.
“Go on.” She did her best to keep the wariness out of her voice and was sure she hadn’t. “And stop shoving that pelmet at me, no way am I going anywhere in that.”
“Diomhair, it’s Gaelic for—”
“I know what it’s for.” Why hadn’t she made the connection earlier? “Secret. Oh shit, don’t tell me it’s some weird pop up place, and we’re blindfolded to get in? Oh no, Kath, no, no, no, you’re not dragging me into anything weird. Not again. That shop in town was bad enough.” Jess blushed as she remembered the bondage shop Kath had dragged her into. She’d chosen to ignore the way her nipples had puckered when she’d seen clamps and chains designed for that part of the body, and her juices had gushed looking at a clit clamp and various jewellery to decorate it. Once she’d worked out what it was meant for, that was. She might have the idea she was fairly street wise, but Jess knew now, that whatever she’d done she was a babe in arms compared to a lot of people—Kath probably being one.
Kath howled with laughter, then sobered. “Where do you think I got this from?” She ran her hands over the bustier. “Look, hon, you said you wanted to get out of your rut. Jeff and I decided this was the best way. Hell, I reckon if you’ll let yourself, you’ll not only enjoy the night, you’ll be more than interested to indulge.”
“In?”
“Whatever you fancy. Oh, Jess, don’t look like you’re going to watch an execution, you don’t have to do anything. Hell, you can stop in the bar and drink orange juice if that’s your preference, but you did say it was up to me to shake you up a bit.”

“Hmm there’s shaking, and there’s shaking.” Jess knew she sounded less than enthusiastic. “So, what exactly are we going to?” The way Kath looked at her made her heart pound and her stomach churn. She wasn’t going to like the answer she was sure. “Fess up.”
“BDSM play night.”

She was correct, she didn’t. 

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love Raven xx

#MidWekTease, where Jess wonders why she is so apprehensive

It's that time again...

Hi all, here's this week's #MidWeekTease

The other day, I drove past the ruined castle I used (when I'd rebuilt it of course) for the Diomhair, series. So I thought I'd tease with a bit from Secrets Remembered, the first book.

Diomhair—what happens there, stays there.

and your tease...

(Kath has decided Jess will go to Diomhair, just to see what it's like. She's not so keen)

The cab wasn’t what she’d call a cab. It was a black limo with the rear windows dark. Standing by the door and holding it open was the most drop-dead hunk of a guy she’d seen in a long while. Her clit went into overdrive and sent

messages pulsing through her body, and her juices out of her pussy to soak her knickers. If he was a chauffeur, his uniform was unusual to say the least. Indigo blue denims and a black silk shirt fit as if they had been sprayed onto him and there was a black leather jacket thrown carelessly on the seat next to him.
He stared at her with dark almost-black eyes, his face blank. All of a sudden, the arousal Jess had felt dried up faster than an oasis in the midst of a desert summer. She shook,

not with arousal, but with worry. Something about him, and the way he watched her so closely, spelled trouble.
It seemed Kath had no such qualms as she waved to him as they approached the car. Jess had no chance to hang back because Kath held her as tight as a limpet clung to a rock.
“Thank you, Ma—David. This is Jessica.”
Jess had no time to wonder what her companion had been going to say before the man bowed and smiled.
“Jessica, welcome.”
She didn’t think so. His voice rumbled through her, and set off a minor earthquake in her clit. She didn’t welcome it. Cocoa, a good book and her yellow duck jammies had never seemed more of a good idea than then. 

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#SexySnippets. Where Jess discovers a man who is in charge...

Hi all, welcome to #SexySnippets. I woke up this morning with this snippet going round in my head. So of course I have to share it, and now I want to revisit Diomhair.

 Standing by the door and holding it open was the most drop-dead hunk of a guy she’d seen in a long while. Her clit went into overdrive and sent messages pulsing through her body, and her juices out of her pussy to soak her knickers. If he was a chauffeur, his uniform was unusual to say the least. Indigo blue denims and a black silk shirt fit as if they had been sprayed on and there was a black leather jacket thrown carelessly on the seat next to him.

He stared at her with dark almost-black eyes, his face blank. 
All of a sudden, the arousal Jess had felt dried up faster than an oasis in the midst of a desert summer. and she shook, not with arousal, but with worry. Something about him, and the way he watched her so closely, spelled trouble.
"Jessica, welcome."

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#SexySnipppets when I wave good bye to Diomhair.. And Finn insists she's no sub...

Morning all, well the postie brought me a lovely surprise because I didn't expect it yet. 

My paperback copes of Diomhair vol 3.

And it looks so good with vol 1 and 2 that's the pic I'm putting up. 

that's all six books in the series out in paperback now :)

 *insert high five and cheesy grin here*

So I thought I'd better take my #SexySnippets from Book 6 Secrets Dispelled

 ..."this robe swamps me and I must look stupid, like a five- year-old dressed up in her dad’s clothes.”
“It’s a turn-on, not the five-year-old bit but the overlarge robe with the hint of what’s under it; one big tease and turn-on.” Coll stroked the bulge under his jeans in one long strike and watched, amused as she blushed again, raised her eyebrows and let her breath out in a long sigh.
“Yeah, right.”
“Yes, pet, right.”
“Oh, don’t start with the pet stuff again, please because I’m not a sub, not your sub and let’s face it, never likely to be.” She fiddled with the belt of the robe and avoided looking at him. “I’m not sub material.” 
"Would you like to be?"

(oops 8 sentences sorry...)

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#MidWeekTease where Mimi and Alex negotiate

HoHoHo...almost...

Happy #MidWeekTease day.

I've a book up for preorder from Totally Bound at the moment.

Book 5 in my Diomhair series.

Secrets Learned, so I've decided to take my tease from there...

(Mimi is about to decided whether she'll go and look around the club)

“Ring now," Theresa said. "Tomorrow never comes. And it’s the perfect time for Alex. He’ll be home now and so you can chat to him without his mind on other things.”

It is? He is? I can?

“Um…”

“Oh, and you can tell him I gave you his card. He’s my little brother,” Theresa said. “Much to his disgust.”

“Right. So how little?” Mimi guessed Theresa was in her late thirties, around ten years older than Mimi herself.

“Seven minutes. I never let him forget I came first.”

Mimi laughed. “My elder brother is like that but, in his case, it’s seven years.”

“Bossy?”

“Yes, and annoying.”

“I know what you mean. You’ll know all about dominant men, then. Hold on a sec.” There were muffled voices and Mimi was sure she heard Theresa say ‘yes, Sir’. Then Theresa came back on the line. “I’ll have to go. My lord and master is home. So you’ll ring Alex now?” She couched it like a question, but Mimi heard the chairman in her voice.

“Yes, I promise.” She ended the call and looked at the receiver as if it might bite. Why had she promised? Now she had to keep her word.

Why was it freaking her out? Okay, she might not know much about BDSM, except the little she’d gleaned from books, but it didn’t worry her, disgust her or make her want to run screaming for the hills. If she was honest, it intrigued her. The thought that some people might want, need and like pain made her shudder, but she was a firm believer in each to their own. Surely this was a good chance to satisfy her curiosity? And maybe discover if she’d be interested in any of it.

Whatever ‘it’ was.

She began to dial.

The phone was answered promptly.

“Sunderland.”

The voice made her insides quiver. Whoever said a voice wasn’t enough to make your skin tingle, your clit clench and your juices gather and plead for escape was oh so wrong. It was more than enough. If she hadn’t been trying to get enough saliva in her mouth to talk, she would have moaned in…in what?

“Hello…is anyone there? Or is this a heavy breathing phone call. Because I can tell you now you need to practice the breathing bit. It’s rubbish.” His voice was harsh, but laced with humour and made her want to apologise in every way possible.

“Oh, um, sorry, yes.” How could she say, one word from you and I was in a sexual haze? That would be a great way to introduce herself. Mimi bit back a hysterical giggle. “My name is Dominique Leman. I’ve been given your card by your sister, to book a place on the ‘Meet the Dom’”—she stumbled over the word—“Dom and chat to a sub night on Friday.”

There was silence and she wondered if he’d got fed up and put the phone down. “Mr Sunderland?”

“Alex will do for now. So, Dominique.”

“Mimi,” she interrupted him. “I’m called Mimi.”

“Your birth name is Dominique?”

“Yes, but…”

“Dominique, don’t ‘but’ it or argue. I’ll call you Dominique for now.”

His voice curled around her like deep, warm velvet, and she responded to it like the victim of a siren’s song. “If you say so.” With anyone else she would have argued or flatly refused to respond.

“I say so. Right, to business. My sister gave you my name? And says you should come to a Meet the Dom night? That I’m hosting?”

Why did he repeat everything she said? Wasn’t it self explanatory?

“Yes, I’m on the same forum as her. The one about what’s needed in the area.”

He sighed. “The one with people on it who think we’re an abhorrence?”

Of course he’d know that bit. Eric had a loud voice and an even louder way of sharing it. “Um, yes, so…”

“So, why you?”

Somehow she could imagine him running his hands through his hair. Was he blond or dark? Was his hair straight, curly, long or short? What colour were his eyes? Was he as fit as she imagined?

Questions, questions. It would be a pity if that voice belonged to a guy with no charisma or a body that didn’t make you want to roll over and beg. Beg? Where did that come from? Mimi dragged her mind away from hot bodied men to remember the reason for her phone call. “Your sister thought I’d be impartial and ask all the right questions.”

“And will you?”

How on earth could a voice make her thighs damp? To say nothing of those places a wee bit higher.

“Well, I hope so. I haven’t got any ideas one way or the another—not yet. That’s why I need to come and see for myself.” The words made her tummy quiver. Excitement or worry? She had no idea. “Find out what really goes on.”

“A good idea,” he said neutrally. “What do you think you are?”

“Pardon?” What on earth did he mean?

***

 Alex heard the astonishment in her voice and sighed. What was his sister thinking about? He was almost sure Theresa wasn’t setting him up with…well, with whatever or whoever, but what was all this about a ‘Meet the Dom, chat to a sub’ session? It wasn’t something the club did, and Friday was a busy, regular club night. Okay, he didn’t have a formal role this week, but he had thought of showing his face and maybe seeing if any free sub wanted to play. It was time he became active in the lifestyle again on a regular basis. Or so Theresa told him at least once a week. Up until now he hadn’t agreed with her.

Decision time.

“Do you think you are a Dom or a sub?” he asked patiently, wishing he could see the face and body language of the mystery woman. Hell, he didn’t even know what colour her hair was, let alone her age and knicker size.

Pervert. That thought made him chuckle. Lots of people could say that about his proclivities.

“Oh.” Her voice trembled, and she cleared her throat.

He waited.

Silence.

“Tell me.” Alex invested his tone with what his sassy sister called his Mr Master voice. “Would you want to direct, or are you happy to be directed?”

“Uh.” Her voice changed. “Ah, well, either I guess. Neither one nor the other. An impartial observer, as your sister asked. Someone with an open mind.”

You might think so, but your tone is all out and out sub, pet.

Alex made his mind up.

More than ever he thought this had to be Theresa’s way of grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and making him think once more. If so, he’d either thank her or throttle her after he’d met his mysterious lady.

“If you give me your email address, I’ll email you a do and don’t list and a disclaimer. Oh, and a temporary membership form,” Alex said into the phone. “You’ll need to get them back to me before a decision is made as to whether you can be admitted. If it’s a yes, I’ll send you details of times and where to come.” He snapped out his sentences and was rewarded with what sounded like a huff of annoyance. So the lady wasn’t all meek and mild then. That boded well. Alex liked his sub to have a bit of sass.

Hold on? My sub? Whoa, man, stop it now. Whatever is going on, it’s a look around for that bloody forum, nothing else, even if Theresa has meddled. Talk about jumping to conclusions.

If you enjoyed this tease, Secrets Learned is out from Totally Bound on 29th December, but available to pre-order here

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love R X

#MidWeekTease

Hi and welcome to #MidWeekTease

All over excited... 

on Friday, you can preorder  Secrets Dispatched, book 4 of Diomhair

on...

https://www.totallybound.com/secrets-dispatched

Am I excited? You bet. That's why my #MidWeekTease is from it...

and here's your teaser...

(Shane has turned up at Diomhair, unexpected, in a snowstorm. She's met by Ross...)

"Look, Shane, whatever you want to hope or believe, this weather is set in for the day. I think maybe you'd best ring Elspeth at the hotel and tell her you're here with me. Otherwise she'll be calling for the mountain rescue to hunt for you." He pulled the shutters over the chilly scene outside and put his hand in the hollow at the base of her spine to urge her towards the settee. "Mind you it'd be an easy shout."

"It would?' Shane looked back at him. "How come?"

"I'm one of the people she'd call to go out and hunt."

Shane giggled. "Cover yourself in glory eh? Are you sure?"

He deliberately chose to misunderstand. "That she'd call me? Oh yeah."

"No, you moron, that I'll not get back later. I mean I don't even have a toothbrush with me, let alone a change of clothes."

She sat on the settee and stretched her legs out in front of her. Even clad in damp denim and sheepskin boots, Ross admired the long elegant shape. His cock stirred as he thought of how he'd like to tug off the boots and peel the jeans slowly downwards until her soft skin was bared for him.  Of course he didn't know her skin would be soft and strokeable, but he'd bet his Firewire surfboard it would be.

"Toothbrush is no problem, we always have new ones in the club shop. Clothes we can cope with, I'll wash and dry what you're wearing and lend you sweats or something for now." He raised one eyebrow. "Of course we do sell clothes in the shop as well."

Shane shook her head and sighed. "I bet you do. Okay, let me ring the hotel." The call took seconds, and Elspeth, the owner was pleased she'd called.

"Otherwise, I would have worried," Elspeth said, cheerfully. She didn't sound very worried, just the opposite. "We'll see you when we see you then. Ross will look after you." Was there something in the way Elspeth said that, that made Shane sure Elspeth knew exactly who Ross was and what went on at Diomhair? It was probably an open secret to the locals, whatever their preferences were, but she wasn't going to ask.

"Okay?"

"She was glad I rang, and said you'd look after me?" She ended the sentence on an up note. Shane went back to his last statement. Ross grinned. "That I will. So clothes?"

 "I can imagine what you sell in the shop." Shane shook her head and sighed. "Joggers or a bathrobe will be fine. No way am I spending the evening in a corset. Bloody uncomfortable, and so not me. My boobs and I need space to expand." She blushed and sniggered. "Shit that sounds even more kinky than kinky. Or weird. Expanding boobs. The mind boggles. Hell, you know what I mean."

"I'd've known what you mean without the cussing, kitten." He used the subbie name on purpose to see how she'd react. To his amusement her lips firmed and her eyes glittered, but she didn't speak.

"Why do you not like the fact I want to call you kitten? It's better than hey you, or you girl, surely?" He sat down next to her and looked at her steadily. "Now's the time to 'fess up, kitten. Let's be open and honest eh? I'm going to grab you something to wear, and point you to the shower." He put his hand over her lips, and felt her breath on his palm as she opened and shut her mouth again. "Good girl, you might say you don't want a shower, but, babe, you're cold and it will warm you up."

"Sheesh, I hate babe even more than pet or kitten. Why can't you call me Shane?"

Ross stood up. "I'll tell you what? You tell me why you hate a pet name, and I don't mean as in animal pet, and I'll not call you kitten. If your explanation is justified."

She scratched her nose.

That telling gesture enchanted him. He remembered it as something she did as a kid, when she was thinking hard.

"Who's to say if what you think isn't justified, I do?"

"Well, kitten, that's up to you to decide isn't it? But you give me good reason not to have a name for us when we scene, and I'll abide by it." He ignored her startled gasp and the way her mouth hung open, until she shut it with an audible snap. "Now, the bathroom is the spare room en suite and it's the third door along the corridor over there. I'm going to make coffee and hunt out something for dinner."

He tugged Shane to her feet and deliberately removed the blanket. He had to prise her fingers open and he chuckled. "I'm a Dom, kitten, cry red or do as I say." He put the blanket over the back of the sofa. "Remember that."

"You're not my Dom though, Ross Mackie." She glared at him. She sure did have a good selection of glares and used them to full effect. "So, no dice mate. I will have a shower, but only because I want one. Get it?"

He got it. She was arsy and running scared. However not scared as in frightened, he was sure of that. Scared of her feelings more likely.

Her chest heaved. It could be with indignation, but Ross saw the way her skin bloomed with a soft covering of perspiration—not dampness from the snow, not now—and how the pulse at the base of her neck beat erratically. He was experienced enough to notice those signs as indicative of arousal not fear. Although were they not different sides of the same coin at times?

"I get it but I wonder if you do?" Ross asked her. He spun her around to face the direction she needed and patted her bum. "Off you go. Coffee will be waiting when you come back. I'll put clothes on the bed for you."

"No corsets," she said as she sashayed away from him.

Did she waggle her arse like that on purpose, just to tease him, or was in natural? Ross had very mixed thoughts about that, until as she opened the door to the corridor she waved her fingers over her head, and, he swore, giggled in an incredibly suggestive way.

Minx. Did she not know little subbies who played with fire got their fingers scorched, and their arse tanned? Or did she not care?

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#MidWeekTease...I do like the idea of you on your knees and begging. I won't make you do in in the snow though."

It's #MidWeekTease time...

As it's cold, snowy and time to get warmed up, what better book to take my #MidWeekTease from than the one that goes on preorder on February 6th. (That's next week yee haa)

Secrets Dispatched...

blurb...

What's a girl to do when she finds herself stranded in a snow storm, in a BDSM club in a castle, with a Dom she's lusted after for years?

At some time in their life, everyone has choices to make.

For Shane it could be a chance to rediscover her love of kink.

For Ross it’s the chance to tempt her to be his kitten.

But Shane has to settle some demons before she can move forward.

Until then, well a little playing wouldn't matter—would it?

However, play can become serious, and decisions have to be made that could change both their lives for ever.

This is their chance, to be together as Dom and sub or wave goodbye. But at Diomhair, nothing is as straightforward as you hoped, and Ross and Shane have a lot to do, before they can say yes…or no.

And I've got to take the tease from where Shane in in the snow...

However, the one problem with sleet, Shane decided ten minutes later, was that it turned to snow. Heavy fat flakes that rapidly covered the windscreen, which the wipers had a hard time to dispel. Snow wasn't something she encountered very often.  By then, she was travelling along a narrow drive, which according to the now annoyingly cheerful Sally, and a tiny discrete plaque on the gatepost, was the entrance to Diomhair, and was a private road—no trespassers. It was irritating to have to get out of the car to brush the snow off to read it, and debate on the wisdom of turning on to it. However, Shane was sure she'd read somewhere that there was no law of trespass in Scotland, even if Katrine hadn't actually agreed with her when she'd asked the question earlier. Therefor, she ignored that bit as a warning to tourists and itinerant sales people.

 Do you even get those these days? Isn't it all telephone calls and spam emails? She was somewhat hazy on the subject and after all this was Scotland, not Australia. How was the net around here? Her phone, as well as the one she'd borrowed from the hotel was hovering on one bar of reception, and the radio in the car delivered very little music and almost total static.

Shane rounded a bend with care, and was relieved she had done so when the back of the car fishtailed and slid into a skid. She drove into the skid with competence and corrected it. She wasn't an outback girl for nothing, even if she did live in the city now.

Ahead, almost hidden in the gloom, she could just make out a tall dark stone building with a turret.

A turret? Wow. It was a real castle it seemed and not some mock Victorian monstrosity. Shane hadn't had time to research the history, or even if this Jess lived in it as her private home. Was it one house or apartments? Was it offices and a health club as well? Whatever it was, it was big and imposing and austere against the white of the snow. Shane fell in love with it there and then. How fantastic to live in it in any way.

The brief information she'd found on the net had been vague in the extreme. The car lurched over some unseen object, well hidden in the snow, and Shane brought her mind back to the alleged roadway. Wool gathering wasn't a good idea in that sort of weather. She realised she was probably driving over the verge and not on the tarmac surface. If it was even tarmac, she had no way of knowing.

With hindsight she regretted setting off from the hotel without bringing an insulated mug of tea or one of the delicious looking cookies she'd spied to sustain her. Even though she'd had that big breakfast not long before her tummy rumbled

 and her mouth was dry. Apprehension or Excitement? A bit of both probably.

Nevertheless, by the time she pulled up outside a big wooden door, she was shaking and it wasn't all down to the weather and lack of food. She decided she was scared. Scared that Jess might not be there, scared she was. Scared that Jess would hate her, not be prepared to talk and leave Shane unable to find completion. Shane switched off the engine, and watched the snow fall. It better slow down soon, or she'd be hiking back. Was it quicker cross country? How dare the snow defy the weathermen and come a day too soon?

Wuss, get out of the car. Or turn on the engine and go away for good and try to enjoy a cold wet holiday. She took a deep breath, did her coat up, pulled her hood over her head and stepped out of the vehicle. A blast of icy wind rocked her on her heels and almost took her breath away. The temperature had dropped considerably, and the snow was now so heavy her tyre tracks were almost obliterated.

Shane hoped to hell someone was at home, or she'd more than likely be found in spring as a frozen corpse inside her buried car. She moved toward the castle door with her breath making white, misty, spirals in the air and with snowflakes on her eyelashes. Thank goodness for contact lenses. Specs would be useless. Mind you she patted her pocket to make sure her lenses case and her glasses were there. She'd lost too many lenses in the past and ended up half blind not to carry specs around, annoying though it might be.

She looked at the walls of the castle and groaned. She had to get in there? Why not try something less challenging like breaking into the Royal mint wrestling with a croc.

 Okay you can do it. Deep breath and go.

The snow was piled up higher near those forbidding walls and even though she only had a few yards to trudge through it, her jeans were soaked by the time she searched for the doorbell. To her amusement it was an old fashioned tug rope type. Not that she felt much amused. Pissed more like. Could they not have an ordinary bell like everyone else? It would take a giant to get a good sound from it, not a five foot something woman.

She hauled and after a second or two, heard a deep clang echo inside the building.

"Come on, hurry up." Shane pulled the bell again. "Please, please someone answer the bloody door." She stamped her feet, and for the first time thought what an idiot she'd been to continue her journey to the castle once the snow started. Shane dipped her head to pull her hood further over her head in a vain effort to keep her hair dry. Already frizz-head hair had begun, and she'd have a devil of a job with it once she got it dried again. Not for the first time, Shane wished she'd kept it short in the style she'd cut it after the asshole experience, as she now called it. Instead, she let it grow, more as a way to show herself that Poisonous Pete the Plonker and his only long hair is acceptable diktat, wasn't why it was long. The one thing she did do now, which he'd objected to, was using straighteners on it. Hence knowing that all her hard work was about to be ruined if no one answered the door.

"For fuck sake, open won't you. What if I say open sesame? Or get on my knees and beg? Will that work?"

There was a grating noise, and a blast of heat hit her. Before Shane looked up someone spoke.

"Open sesame won't. But I do like the idea of you on your knees and begging. I won't make you do in in the snow though."

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