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Here is part 3 of Chapter 15 of The Tickle Cartel. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Chapter 15: Prep Week, Day 5: Part 2
Jen was met with a slight surprise upon hurrying into the tickle fight room at Gym Giggles: Diana was already there. “Hey, Jen!” the servant greeted her warmly. “I got to say, I’m a little surprised I beat you here.”
“Yeah, lunch took longer than expected,” Jen made a quick excuse and apologized as she made her way over to her opponent for the next hour and a half. “Sorry you had to wait.”
“Oh, no apologies necessary,” Diana quickly tried to clarify her earlier statement. “You’re perfectly fine. You still got here before I’ve been arriving. I was just pointing out the oddity of me getting here before you.”
Looking at the clock, Jen realized that due to her hurry, she was still early. “Oh, guess I was rushing too much to see what time it was.” She paused for a few seconds, and when Diana did not say anything, Jen switched the subject. “Anyways, I believe it is your turn to pick out the new tool that you will be tickle tortured with.”
“Clever, clever,” Diana smiled, and Jen also smiled confidently. “Trying to get inside my head, I see. Well, that won’t work, because I got a tool that fits perfectly inside a tickle button like yours: electric toothbrushes. They seemed to tickle you quite a bit while I was using them during your punishments.”
“Well, I also know that they work quite well on toes, and if you didn’t know that already, you sure will soon,” Jen retorted, mentally preparing herself for the upcoming tickle fight. “Shall we set stuff up and begin?”
“We shall,” Diana affirmed, and the two headed over to create the tickle tool pile. “Hey, Jen, we’re getting a lot of tickle tools for the pile, and if we use everything that we have, we’ll have way more than we’re going to use. Do you want to just limit it to two of each tool?”
“Sure, we can do that,” Jen immediately agreed, and the two tickle fighters put the tools in their place. After the tickle tool pile was complete, Jen and Diana went to their sides, and Jen initiated the tickle fight, “Three, two, one, GO!”
Like all previous days, the competitors charged to the center, looking for a weapon to use to tickle the other into submission. Diana arrived a second before Jen, and she took advantage of her speed, sweeping down to grab a feather. Before Jen could firmly secure the electric toothbrush that she had gone for, the servant leaped over the pile and tackled her to the ground, causing the tickle tool to slip out of Jen’s grasp. The feather in Diana’s hand quickly made its way to Jen’s bare side, causing the future Dungeon Tickler to squeal. While one of her hands directed the simplest of the available tickle tools up and down Jen’s side, Diana’s other hand fumbled around for the toothbrush that was lost in the tackle. Jen managed to shove the feather and Diana’s tickling hand from her side just as the servant’s other hand located the toothbrush, and, trying to regain the advantage, she pushed towards the tickle tool pile.
Diana, who had gotten partially on top of Jen after tackling her, fell onto her back, giggling as she brushed her upper body against some tickly tools in the pile. Seeing Jen go for the tickle tool pile and realizing that it could lead to a thorough tickling, Diana turned the toothbrush on and held it up defensively, almost afraid to look at the results. Jen’s dive took her straight into the toothbrush, and she broke into laughter as her belly made contact with the small spinning bristles. As soon as she was able to stop herself, the ticklish future Dungeon Tickler retreated from the tickle tool, rolling onto her side and hoping to grab a tickle tool on the path away from Diana. However, Jen rolled her ticklish torso right onto a feather duster, causing another shriek to come out of her mouth. She continued to roll away from her opponent, managing to grip the tickly duster after passing it.
By the time Jen decided to stop rolling, Diana was up and well-armed, having added a feather duster to match Jen in addition to her electric toothbrush. The servant charged over to her opponent, who was still on the ground, and she reached Jen before the latter could stand up. Feather dusters clashed as Jen defended herself from the tickly thrusts intended for her midriff. While aiming all her attacks at her opponent’s abdomen, the servant slowly lowered herself to the ground, hoping to trap the other tickle fighter in that spot. Diana soon dropped down the final few feet, ending up sitting on Jen’s legs.
Now unable to dart away from Diana, Jen’s focus continued to be consumed by the feather duster battle. The servant saw no reason to stop trying to tickle the tummy in front of her, especially since Jen could not roll away anymore. However, to gain an even better advantage in the duster clash, Diana opted to utilize her electric toothbrush, buzzing it on the sensitive skin behind her opponent’s knees. The momentary distraction that Jen felt from the initial knee tickle solidified her disadvantage when Diana’s duster was allowed to contact the hyper-ticklish midsection. After the belly tickling began, it became rather hard for Jen to stop. She wildly waved her duster at Diana’s tickling weapon, never connecting with enough conviction to dislodge it.
Following a few minutes of combined stomach and back of knee tickles, the servant chose to increase the ticklish pressure. The toothbrush traveled up Jen’s body until it found skin showing on her hip, where it finally rested. As her hips were significantly more sensitive than her knees, the loud laughter leaving Jen’s mouth increased a decent amount, and her struggles almost became real. The future Dungeon Tickler retained a major disadvantage in that the hand nearest the tickling toothbrush carried her feather duster, and it was therefore responsible for defending against both tickle tools. Jen’s hand was unable to accomplish its task, and when she dropped the duster in an effort to transfer it to her free hand, her motivation to continue trying to beat Diana quickly dwindled to nothing. Less than a minute after losing her weapon, Jen surrendered, providing the winner with another chance to try and punish her.
The servant stood up and helped her defeated opponent to her feet. As usual, the two went over to the table to grab some water and nutrition bars before going back to the other side of the room for the tickling punishment. This time, Diana instructed Jen to go to the far wall, where a set of chains hung from the ceiling. The servant locked her ticklee’s wrists in the chains before pulling the restraints up until Jen was standing on the tips of her toes. After applying a blindfold to make her stretched-out prisoner feel more vulnerable, the tickler leaned near her victim’s ear and declared, “I’ll make sure that today’s punishment really is a punishment to you, Jen. I talked to the Queen Mistress last night, and she gave me some tips on how to really get you begging.”
Jen scoffed at Diana’s threats to tickle torture her, but the mention of the Queen Mistress sparked some worry in her mind, ‘Queen Mistress Heather is one of just a few people who know how torturous Q-tips are to me, and she is pretty close to Diana. Would she tell Diana about that, though? They may be close, but I don’t think the Queen Mistress would really let a tickle fight be thrown like that. Plus, Diana chose to add electric toothbrushes, not Q-tips, for this tickle fight. If she knows how weak I am to Q-tips, it wouldn’t make sense for her to choose electric toothbrushes. Unless the information was just for a potential punishment. Then it cou…’
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” As had become normal, Jen was ripped from her thoughts by tickles, this time on her ribs. All ten of Diana’s devious nails were lightly dancing on the ticklish skin. “THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Jen gave her standard response to the start of the rib tickles. However, since it was nowhere close to torture for her, she quickly followed up with a question, “WHYHYHYHY THIHIHIHIS, THOHOHOUGH?”
“What? Does it tickle, tickle torture you?” Diana inquired, hopefulness in her voice.
“NOHOHOHOPE IHIHIHIT DOHOHOHOES NOHOHOT!” Jen denied her tickler the pleasure of torturing her. “IHIHITS FUHUHUHUN!”
“Oh, well, I’ve still got quite a bit of time to torment you,” the servant stated, still confident. “Does this feel anymore torturous?”
“NOHOHOHOT AHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHALL!” Jen’s enjoyment of the tickling ‘punishment’ actually increased when the fingernails targeted her torso. Once the ticklee responded, the fingernail tickling abruptly stopped. Jen’s laughter died down, and she took the opportunity to taunt Diana, “What? You’re giving up trying to torture me already, just because your fingernails didn’t do the job?”
“Not by a longshot,” Diana instantly refuted the taunt. “I’ve got thirty-five minutes to work with, enough time to use some not-so-great tactics first.”
“OHOHOKAHAHAY!” Jen’s laughter restarted with a feather swiping up her side. “THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS GREHEHEAT, TOHOHOO!”
“Yeah, I thought I’d give you a taste of a few things you enjoy before I really go all in on tickle torturing you.” The ticklee sensed slight disappointment in her tickler’s voice, but it was not enough to relive her concerns that her Q-tip fear was no longer a secret. “And when I get started tickle torturing you, I won’t stop until the timer runs out.”
“YUHUHUHU KEHEHEEP THIHIHINKIHIHING THAHAHAT!” Jen uttered confident laughter as one of her favorite tools worked over her midsection. “IHIHIHI LOHOHOHOVE THIHIHIS!”
“Alright, enough of you loving the feathers,” Diana dictated after another half-minute or so of feather tickles.
Just like that, the feathers disappeared from Jen’s skin, and very quickly, they were replaced by another soft tool. ‘What’s this?’ the ticklee thought to herself as the new tool worked over her most ticklish area. ‘It doesn’t feel like paintbrushes or feathers or Q-tips, and it doesn’t feel that bad. I just can’t put my finger on it.’
“WHAHAHAHAT IHIHIHIHIS THAHAHAHAT?” Jen inquired through decently loud laughter.
“The tool that you fear, the tool that tortures you,” Diana confidently answered in lieu of naming her weapon.
“NOHOHOPE CAHAHAHANT BEHEHE THAHAHAT!” Jen immediately shot back. “IHIHI DOHOHONT HAHAHATE THIHIHIS AHAHAT AHAHAHALL!”
“Really? I don’t believe you,” Diana declared, her voice wavering slightly but still fairly confident. “I think you’re just trying to get me to move on.”
“SOHOHO YUHUHUHU DOHOHOHONT KNOHOHOW!” Even through her laughter, Jen realized that simple fact.
“Oh, I know, and I know that this is torture for you,” Diana tried to reassert control over the situation.
“NOHOHO YUHUHU DOHOHOHONT!” Jen insisted. “BEHEHECAHAHAUSE THIHIHIS IHIHIHISNT TOHOHOHORTUHUHURE! BUHUHUT IHIHIHI DOHOHONT KNOHOHOW WHAHAHAT TOHOHOHOOL IHIHIT IHIHIHIS!”
“It’s a makeup brush,” the tickling servant finally revealed, watching carefully for a reaction from Jen and getting none. “And it’s going to tickle, tickle, tickle torture you!”
“STIHIHIHILL DOHOHOESNT WOHOHORK!” Jen stuck to her story while her stomach was tickled.
“How about… here?” Diana moved the makeup brush to the bare bellybutton, and the laughter spiked.
“SOHOHOHO FUHUHUHUHUN!” Jen continued to deny Diana the pleasure of tickle torturing her.
“Alright, alright, alright,” Diana finally relented after another minute or two of tickles. “So that didn’t work, but I was just faking you out there. Seeing if me insisting that it would torture you could make that actually happen. I guess that doesn’t work on you.”
“Nohohope, hehehe it dohohoes nohohot.” A few residual giggles mixed in with Jen’s response as she prepared for Diana’s next attempt to tickle torture her. Before she could get rid of those giggles, they were replaced by full-on laughter again, “AHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh, so the tickling is effective enough that you can’t even throw in your usual comments,” Diana noted the absence of any ‘It tickles’ or similar speech in Jen’s laughing outburst at the start of the new tickling. “I bet that this really tickle tortures you.”
“PAHAHAINTBRUHUHUSHEHES AHAHAHARE GOHOHOOD, THOHOHOUGH!” Jen identified the tickle tool, to what she hoped was Diana’s disappointment. “IHIHIHI LIHIHIHIKE THEHEHEHEM!”
“Your belly may like them, but I bet that your tickle button tells a different story,” Diana again tried to sound authoritative, and again, she failed at it.
“NOHOHOHOPE THAHAHATS FIHIHIHINE, TOHOHOHOO!” Jen laughed louder when her navel was targeted. “KEHEHEHEEP IHIHIHIHIT UHUHUHUHUP!”
“Well, maybe you just need a little time with these to let them change your mind,” Diana stated as she burrowed the paintbrushes in Jen’s bellybutton, getting all over the sensitive innie. Despite the consistent tickles on her most ticklish spot by the fairly effective tool, the ticklee had no trouble standing strong. Through the tickling, she refused to give her tickler so much as a hint that this treatment could potentially tickle torture her. After a few more minutes of paintbrush tickles, the servant removed the tool and went to grab the next weapon in her quest to tickle torture Jen.
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Jen was met with a slight surprise upon hurrying into the tickle fight room at Gym Giggles: Diana was already there. “Hey, Jen!” the servant greeted her warmly. “I got to say, I’m a little surprised I beat you here.”
“Yeah, lunch took longer than expected,” Jen made a quick excuse and apologized as she made her way over to her opponent for the next hour and a half. “Sorry you had to wait.”
“Oh, no apologies necessary,” Diana quickly tried to clarify her earlier statement. “You’re perfectly fine. You still got here before I’ve been arriving. I was just pointing out the oddity of me getting here before you.”
Looking at the clock, Jen realized that due to her hurry, she was still early. “Oh, guess I was rushing too much to see what time it was.” She paused for a few seconds, and when Diana did not say anything, Jen switched the subject. “Anyways, I believe it is your turn to pick out the new tool that you will be tickle tortured with.”
“Clever, clever,” Diana smiled, and Jen also smiled confidently. “Trying to get inside my head, I see. Well, that won’t work, because I got a tool that fits perfectly inside a tickle button like yours: electric toothbrushes. They seemed to tickle you quite a bit while I was using them during your punishments.”
“Well, I also know that they work quite well on toes, and if you didn’t know that already, you sure will soon,” Jen retorted, mentally preparing herself for the upcoming tickle fight. “Shall we set stuff up and begin?”
“We shall,” Diana affirmed, and the two headed over to create the tickle tool pile. “Hey, Jen, we’re getting a lot of tickle tools for the pile, and if we use everything that we have, we’ll have way more than we’re going to use. Do you want to just limit it to two of each tool?”
“Sure, we can do that,” Jen immediately agreed, and the two tickle fighters put the tools in their place. After the tickle tool pile was complete, Jen and Diana went to their sides, and Jen initiated the tickle fight, “Three, two, one, GO!”
Like all previous days, the competitors charged to the center, looking for a weapon to use to tickle the other into submission. Diana arrived a second before Jen, and she took advantage of her speed, sweeping down to grab a feather. Before Jen could firmly secure the electric toothbrush that she had gone for, the servant leaped over the pile and tackled her to the ground, causing the tickle tool to slip out of Jen’s grasp. The feather in Diana’s hand quickly made its way to Jen’s bare side, causing the future Dungeon Tickler to squeal. While one of her hands directed the simplest of the available tickle tools up and down Jen’s side, Diana’s other hand fumbled around for the toothbrush that was lost in the tackle. Jen managed to shove the feather and Diana’s tickling hand from her side just as the servant’s other hand located the toothbrush, and, trying to regain the advantage, she pushed towards the tickle tool pile.
Diana, who had gotten partially on top of Jen after tackling her, fell onto her back, giggling as she brushed her upper body against some tickly tools in the pile. Seeing Jen go for the tickle tool pile and realizing that it could lead to a thorough tickling, Diana turned the toothbrush on and held it up defensively, almost afraid to look at the results. Jen’s dive took her straight into the toothbrush, and she broke into laughter as her belly made contact with the small spinning bristles. As soon as she was able to stop herself, the ticklish future Dungeon Tickler retreated from the tickle tool, rolling onto her side and hoping to grab a tickle tool on the path away from Diana. However, Jen rolled her ticklish torso right onto a feather duster, causing another shriek to come out of her mouth. She continued to roll away from her opponent, managing to grip the tickly duster after passing it.
By the time Jen decided to stop rolling, Diana was up and well-armed, having added a feather duster to match Jen in addition to her electric toothbrush. The servant charged over to her opponent, who was still on the ground, and she reached Jen before the latter could stand up. Feather dusters clashed as Jen defended herself from the tickly thrusts intended for her midriff. While aiming all her attacks at her opponent’s abdomen, the servant slowly lowered herself to the ground, hoping to trap the other tickle fighter in that spot. Diana soon dropped down the final few feet, ending up sitting on Jen’s legs.
Now unable to dart away from Diana, Jen’s focus continued to be consumed by the feather duster battle. The servant saw no reason to stop trying to tickle the tummy in front of her, especially since Jen could not roll away anymore. However, to gain an even better advantage in the duster clash, Diana opted to utilize her electric toothbrush, buzzing it on the sensitive skin behind her opponent’s knees. The momentary distraction that Jen felt from the initial knee tickle solidified her disadvantage when Diana’s duster was allowed to contact the hyper-ticklish midsection. After the belly tickling began, it became rather hard for Jen to stop. She wildly waved her duster at Diana’s tickling weapon, never connecting with enough conviction to dislodge it.
Following a few minutes of combined stomach and back of knee tickles, the servant chose to increase the ticklish pressure. The toothbrush traveled up Jen’s body until it found skin showing on her hip, where it finally rested. As her hips were significantly more sensitive than her knees, the loud laughter leaving Jen’s mouth increased a decent amount, and her struggles almost became real. The future Dungeon Tickler retained a major disadvantage in that the hand nearest the tickling toothbrush carried her feather duster, and it was therefore responsible for defending against both tickle tools. Jen’s hand was unable to accomplish its task, and when she dropped the duster in an effort to transfer it to her free hand, her motivation to continue trying to beat Diana quickly dwindled to nothing. Less than a minute after losing her weapon, Jen surrendered, providing the winner with another chance to try and punish her.
The servant stood up and helped her defeated opponent to her feet. As usual, the two went over to the table to grab some water and nutrition bars before going back to the other side of the room for the tickling punishment. This time, Diana instructed Jen to go to the far wall, where a set of chains hung from the ceiling. The servant locked her ticklee’s wrists in the chains before pulling the restraints up until Jen was standing on the tips of her toes. After applying a blindfold to make her stretched-out prisoner feel more vulnerable, the tickler leaned near her victim’s ear and declared, “I’ll make sure that today’s punishment really is a punishment to you, Jen. I talked to the Queen Mistress last night, and she gave me some tips on how to really get you begging.”
Jen scoffed at Diana’s threats to tickle torture her, but the mention of the Queen Mistress sparked some worry in her mind, ‘Queen Mistress Heather is one of just a few people who know how torturous Q-tips are to me, and she is pretty close to Diana. Would she tell Diana about that, though? They may be close, but I don’t think the Queen Mistress would really let a tickle fight be thrown like that. Plus, Diana chose to add electric toothbrushes, not Q-tips, for this tickle fight. If she knows how weak I am to Q-tips, it wouldn’t make sense for her to choose electric toothbrushes. Unless the information was just for a potential punishment. Then it cou…’
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” As had become normal, Jen was ripped from her thoughts by tickles, this time on her ribs. All ten of Diana’s devious nails were lightly dancing on the ticklish skin. “THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Jen gave her standard response to the start of the rib tickles. However, since it was nowhere close to torture for her, she quickly followed up with a question, “WHYHYHYHY THIHIHIHIS, THOHOHOUGH?”
“What? Does it tickle, tickle torture you?” Diana inquired, hopefulness in her voice.
“NOHOHOHOPE IHIHIHIT DOHOHOHOES NOHOHOT!” Jen denied her tickler the pleasure of torturing her. “IHIHITS FUHUHUHUN!”
“Oh, well, I’ve still got quite a bit of time to torment you,” the servant stated, still confident. “Does this feel anymore torturous?”
“NOHOHOHOT AHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHALL!” Jen’s enjoyment of the tickling ‘punishment’ actually increased when the fingernails targeted her torso. Once the ticklee responded, the fingernail tickling abruptly stopped. Jen’s laughter died down, and she took the opportunity to taunt Diana, “What? You’re giving up trying to torture me already, just because your fingernails didn’t do the job?”
“Not by a longshot,” Diana instantly refuted the taunt. “I’ve got thirty-five minutes to work with, enough time to use some not-so-great tactics first.”
“OHOHOKAHAHAY!” Jen’s laughter restarted with a feather swiping up her side. “THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS GREHEHEAT, TOHOHOO!”
“Yeah, I thought I’d give you a taste of a few things you enjoy before I really go all in on tickle torturing you.” The ticklee sensed slight disappointment in her tickler’s voice, but it was not enough to relive her concerns that her Q-tip fear was no longer a secret. “And when I get started tickle torturing you, I won’t stop until the timer runs out.”
“YUHUHUHU KEHEHEEP THIHIHINKIHIHING THAHAHAT!” Jen uttered confident laughter as one of her favorite tools worked over her midsection. “IHIHIHI LOHOHOHOVE THIHIHIS!”
“Alright, enough of you loving the feathers,” Diana dictated after another half-minute or so of feather tickles.
Just like that, the feathers disappeared from Jen’s skin, and very quickly, they were replaced by another soft tool. ‘What’s this?’ the ticklee thought to herself as the new tool worked over her most ticklish area. ‘It doesn’t feel like paintbrushes or feathers or Q-tips, and it doesn’t feel that bad. I just can’t put my finger on it.’
“WHAHAHAHAT IHIHIHIHIS THAHAHAHAT?” Jen inquired through decently loud laughter.
“The tool that you fear, the tool that tortures you,” Diana confidently answered in lieu of naming her weapon.
“NOHOHOPE CAHAHAHANT BEHEHE THAHAHAT!” Jen immediately shot back. “IHIHI DOHOHONT HAHAHATE THIHIHIS AHAHAT AHAHAHALL!”
“Really? I don’t believe you,” Diana declared, her voice wavering slightly but still fairly confident. “I think you’re just trying to get me to move on.”
“SOHOHO YUHUHUHU DOHOHOHONT KNOHOHOW!” Even through her laughter, Jen realized that simple fact.
“Oh, I know, and I know that this is torture for you,” Diana tried to reassert control over the situation.
“NOHOHO YUHUHU DOHOHOHONT!” Jen insisted. “BEHEHECAHAHAUSE THIHIHIS IHIHIHISNT TOHOHOHORTUHUHURE! BUHUHUT IHIHIHI DOHOHONT KNOHOHOW WHAHAHAT TOHOHOHOOL IHIHIT IHIHIHIS!”
“It’s a makeup brush,” the tickling servant finally revealed, watching carefully for a reaction from Jen and getting none. “And it’s going to tickle, tickle, tickle torture you!”
“STIHIHIHILL DOHOHOESNT WOHOHORK!” Jen stuck to her story while her stomach was tickled.
“How about… here?” Diana moved the makeup brush to the bare bellybutton, and the laughter spiked.
“SOHOHOHO FUHUHUHUHUN!” Jen continued to deny Diana the pleasure of tickle torturing her.
“Alright, alright, alright,” Diana finally relented after another minute or two of tickles. “So that didn’t work, but I was just faking you out there. Seeing if me insisting that it would torture you could make that actually happen. I guess that doesn’t work on you.”
“Nohohope, hehehe it dohohoes nohohot.” A few residual giggles mixed in with Jen’s response as she prepared for Diana’s next attempt to tickle torture her. Before she could get rid of those giggles, they were replaced by full-on laughter again, “AHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh, so the tickling is effective enough that you can’t even throw in your usual comments,” Diana noted the absence of any ‘It tickles’ or similar speech in Jen’s laughing outburst at the start of the new tickling. “I bet that this really tickle tortures you.”
“PAHAHAINTBRUHUHUSHEHES AHAHAHARE GOHOHOOD, THOHOHOUGH!” Jen identified the tickle tool, to what she hoped was Diana’s disappointment. “IHIHIHI LIHIHIHIKE THEHEHEHEM!”
“Your belly may like them, but I bet that your tickle button tells a different story,” Diana again tried to sound authoritative, and again, she failed at it.
“NOHOHOHOPE THAHAHATS FIHIHIHINE, TOHOHOHOO!” Jen laughed louder when her navel was targeted. “KEHEHEHEEP IHIHIHIHIT UHUHUHUHUP!”
“Well, maybe you just need a little time with these to let them change your mind,” Diana stated as she burrowed the paintbrushes in Jen’s bellybutton, getting all over the sensitive innie. Despite the consistent tickles on her most ticklish spot by the fairly effective tool, the ticklee had no trouble standing strong. Through the tickling, she refused to give her tickler so much as a hint that this treatment could potentially tickle torture her. After a few more minutes of paintbrush tickles, the servant removed the tool and went to grab the next weapon in her quest to tickle torture Jen.
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