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🔞 Chapter 101&102🔞
“What… what the hell are you talking about?” he asked, visibly shaken.
“The cliff? That was not my fault. I didn’t kill him!”
“Yes, you did!” Samantha screamed, her voice breaking.
“You pushed him! I saw you!”
The room went silent.
“Samantha, no…” Alison muttered, stepping closer, confused.
“It didn’t happen that way. Charlie didn’t push him.”
He looked at her, eyes narrowed.
“Wait… how do you even know what happened? You weren’t supposed to be there.”
Samantha looked up slowly, her face blank.
“Because I was there,” she said flatly.
“I saw everything. And of course you'd protect him..just like everyone else does. Charlie the golden boy. Always perfect. Always forgiven.”
Her words were venom now.
“No one ever sees my pain. No one asked why I’m still single at this age. I lost my baby because of him!”
Gasps rang out again.
“What?” Mr. Kings whispered, stepping back, stunned.
“Yes,” she snapped.
“I was pregnant. And after my boyfriend died, the stress, the grief… I lost everything. While you? You got to live. You got to fall in love. You got to be happy!”
Her mother reached up, cupping her cheek.
“Oh baby… I didn’t know,” she whispered, tears forming.
“Don’t,” Samantha said sharply, moving her mother’s hand away.
“Don’t act like you care now. All of you chose him over me.”
Mr. Kings finally spoke again, his voice low and broken.
“I swear, I didn’t push him. He… he jumped. He couldn’t take the guilt. I tried to stop him, but it was too late.”
“Stop lying!” Samantha shouted.
“He didn’t jump. You killed him! You were angry. You snapped. Admit it!”
“I didn’t..damn it, Samantha!” Mr Kings’s voice thundered now, shaking with frustration and pain.
“I didn’t kill him! I’ve lived with the image of that day every night. I tried to save him. I reached out, but he… he let go. And I couldn’t stop him!”
Samantha's lip trembled.
The rage in her eyes wavered..just for a moment.
But the hurt? The bitterness?
Still burned hot.
Ana watched it all from the corner, her heart pounding in her chest.
Samantha stood up slowly, wiping her tears, but her body trembled with unresolved rage.
Her gaze locked on Mr Kings cold and unforgiving.
“Whether you meant it or not… he's dead. And I’m still the one who lost everything,”she said, her voice low but bitter.
Mr. Kings stepped closer, his jaw clenched.
“I’m not your enemy, Sam,”he said softly.
“I never wanted to hurt you. I’ve been carrying guilt for years..for something I couldn't stop.”
“Guilt doesn’t fix the past,” she shot back.
“It doesn’t bring him back. It doesn't undo what I went through while you got to live in peace.”
Ana moved closer, placing a hand gently on Mr Kings's arm.
Her voice was calm but firm.
“Sam, none of them knew. If they did, things would’ve been different,” she said.
“But you can’t carry that pain like it’s a weapon forever. It’s killing you, and it’s tearing this family apart.”
Samantha’s eyes welled again.
She looked down, her strength crumbling.
“I don’t know how to let it go,”she whispered.
Mrs Kings stood slowly, weak but steady.
She walked to Samantha, cupping her daughter’s face.
“Then let us help you,” she said gently.
“You’re not alone anymore.”
Samantha broke into sobs and collapsed into her mother’s arms.
Everyone watched in silence.
Mr Kings exhaled deeply, pain still heavy in his chest.
He looked at Ana, who gave his hand a soft squeeze.
****
Later that evening, after the family had shared dinner and the initial tension had melted into polite conversation, Ana slipped out onto the wide balcony.
The city lights stretched before her like stars scattered across the earth.
The breeze was cool against her skin, calming… grounding.
She leaned on the rail, taking it all in.
She heard the sliding door open behind her, then close softly.
Mr Kings.
He came up behind her without saying a word, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing his chest to her back.
His warmth, his scent he always knew how to quiet her heart.
“I told you they’d love you,” he murmured into her ear, voice low and tender.
Ana smiled, but didn’t turn yet.
“I wasn’t expecting that… from your mother.”
“She’s not easily impressed,” he said, nuzzling her neck,
“but you… you walked in with fire in your eyes and my ring on your finger.”
Ana turned slowly in his arms, their bodies brushing in all the right ways.
“You know this doesn’t change everything, right?” she whispered.
“I still need time. To heal. To trust again.”
“I know,” he said, looking down into her eyes.
“But tonight gave me hope.”
He brought his hand to her jaw, tilting her face gently as his lips hovered over hers.
“I love you” he said against her lips, voice hoarse with emotion.
“Not because you're mine. But because you're you.”
Ana melted into him, their kiss slow no longer rushed or desperate, but full of promise.
His hands roamed her back, pulling her close, deepening the kiss with a hunger that told her he’d been waiting for this all day.
When they pulled apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against hers.
“Come back to me,” he whispered.
“Whenever you’re ready. I’ll wait.”
Ana's fingers gripped his shirt.
“I haven’t left yet,” she breathed.
"So how do you feel about everything that happened today?" Ana asked softly, watching Mr. Kings with careful eyes.
He took a deep breath, a slow smile spreading across his lips.
The kind of smile that held both relief and pain.
"I was mad," he said. "So mad. None of this was supposed to happen today... but I’m glad it did. I'm glad the truth came out. I'm glad everyone saw things for what they really are. Maybe that’s the closure we all needed."
He paused, his voice dipping.
"I never thought Sam would do me like that. And it hurt. God, it hurt to because I always saw her as my sister. I never wanted to be the reason she broke like that."
Ana's expression softened.
"I'm sorry," she said gently.
"You didn’t deserve what she did to you. Trying to ruin your life… plotting behind your back like that. That's not what a Sister should do "
Mr. Kings nodded slowly, his gaze falling to her lips.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"Thank you for being here… for standing beside me. I know I’ve been a jerk. Cold. Stubborn. But somehow, you stayed."
Ana smiled, a quiet, knowing smile.
"So… are you going to give us a chance now?" he asked, tilting his head.
She gave him a playful look. "Maybe I can. Maybe I can’t. Depends."
His voice dropped low.
"I want to make love to my wife."
Ana’s eyes widened. "Charlie…"
"I said I want to make love to my wife," he repeated, his lips brushing hers, voice hot against her skin.
She let out a soft moan, but gently pushed him back.
"We’re in your parents’ house. We can’t..."
"My parents' house is also my house," he smirked, "and in my house, I can fuck my wife all I want"
Her cheeks flushed deep red.
He pulled her close, already walking her backward toward his room.
His lips found her neck, his hands slipping under her shirt, hunger in every movement.
Ana gasped as her back gently hit the door of his bedroom.
Mr. Kings kicked it shut behind them without breaking the kiss, his hands already tugging at the hem of her dress.
"You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough.
Her fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one swift motion.
She paused for a second, letting her eyes roam over his chest, her breath hitching.
He looked better than she remembered.
Or maybe it was the ache of longing that made everything feel more intense.
He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.
Their lips crashed together again, this time messier, hungrier.
His hands slid down to her thighs, gripping her like he’d never let go again.
“You’re mine,” he growled against her skin, kissing down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone.
“And I’m going to remind you exactly what that means.”
Ana moaned as he laid her down on the bed, his mouth never leaving her body.
He kissed a trail down her stomach, fingers hooked in her waistband, eyes locked on hers for permission.
Her back arched off the bed as his lips grazed her clit.
She was soakedwet and throbbing with desire.
His tongue moved expertly over her, and he growled in pleasure.
“Damn… she tastes like heaven,” he thought, hungry for more.
He wanted to devour her again and again.
“Ohhh... God… shit,” Ana moaned, her body tensing as the heat inside her built.
Her hands flew to his head, pushing him deeper into her pu**y.
His tongue slipped inside her while his fingers rubbed slow, deliberate circles on her cl*t.
It didn’t take long,her orgasm hit like a wave.
She screamed, her body jerking against the bed, legs trembling.
“That’s my wife… cumming for her husband,” Mr. Kings said, his voice thick with pride and lust as he crashed his lips onto hers.
Ana moaned into the kiss, tasting herself on his mouth, her body still shaking.
She pulled back, eyes meeting his, wild and full of need.
“I… I want to…” she stuttered.
Mr. Kings smirked, his hand brushing over her sensitive, peaked nipples.
She gasped.
“What do you want, baby doll?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
Ana stared at him for a moment, then spoke, breathless but certain.
“I want to ride you,” she said bluntly.
His smirk widened before he flipped them over effortlessly.
Now straddling him, Ana trembled slightly.
Her hands tracing the lines of his chest.
Her eyes never leaving his.
Mr Kings let out a low growl as her fingers moved down to his trousers.
She tugged them down, freeing his thick, hard cock.
Her hand wrapped around him, .
Slow and teasing, her gaze locked with his.
He watched her, his jaw clenched,
His hands gripping her waist tightly as he helped guide her down onto him.
They both moaned deep and desperate..as he filled her inch by inch.
“Take it all, baby,” he whispered, eyes dark with hunger.
Her lips parted, her hands splayed on his chest for balance.
“It’s… it’s too big… I can’t,” she whimpered, already feeling overwhelmed by the stretch.
“Yes, you can,” he growled, pulling her down farther.
“You were made for me, Ana.”
“You can, baby,” he whispered, voice low and husky.
“Just relax… feel me.”
Ana whimpered, her nails digging into his chest as she lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside her.
“Oh fuck…” she gasped, her head falling back, hair cascading over her shoulders.
He groaned beneath her, watching her take every inch like the goddess she was.
“You’re so tight… so perfect,” he gritted, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Ana began to move, slowly at first, grinding her hips in soft, deliberate circles.
Her breath caught with every stroke as she rode him, her body adjusting, surrendering.
“Fuck, Charlie…” she moaned, bouncing harder now, her breasts moving with every thrust.
His hands slid up, fingers flicking her nipples, drawing out sweet, broken gasps from her lips.
“That’s it… ride your husband, baby. Show me how much you missed this cock,” he groaned, his hips snapping up to meet her.
Ana cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.
“I did...I missed it so much,” she choked out, her rhythm faltering as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
“Don’t stop,” he growled.
“Cum for me again.”
Her thighs tightened around him, movements frantic, desperate.
Then she screamed his name, cumming hard around him,her body clenching, shivering.
He couldn’t hold back anymore.
With a deep growl, he flipped her beneath him again, thrusting hard and fast, chasing his release.
He groaned against her neck, hot breath against her skin, before spilling inside her.
They lay there, tangled, panting,sweat on skin, hearts pounding in sync.
“You’re mine,” he whispered.
Ana nodded breathlessly.
*****
The water hit her skin in warm, soothing waves, but nothing felt hotter than the man behind her.
Mr. Kings stepped into the shower, water cascading down his sculpted chest, eyes locked on her soaked, glistening body.
Ana bit her lip as he closed the distance, his hands running down her wet curves.
“You really think I was done with you?” he whispered, voice thick with desire.
Her back hit the cold tiles, and she gasped as his mouth claimed hers,hot, hungry, relentless.
“Turn around,” he growled against her lips.
Ana obeyed slowly, placing her palms on the fogged-up glass.
The second her ass brushed against him, he groaned, gripping her hips tightly.
“You drive me insane,” he hissed, sliding one hand between her legs, teasing her slick folds while the other reached up to cup her breast.
She moaned, arching into his touch, trembling under his control.
“You’re already soaked, baby… and it’s not just the water,” he smirked,.
Guiding himself to her entrance.
When he thrust into her,.
Ana gasped, loud, breathless, wild.
The sound of skin slapping, moans echoing in the steamy room,.
The way his name left her lips like a prayer it was all too much.
“You feel that?” he groaned, pumping into her harder.
“That’s how much I’ve missed you.”
“Don’t stop… please, don’t stop,” Ana begged, her voice shaking with pleasure.
“Not until you scream my name,” he said.
" Tell me you are not leaving me, baby"
Ana moaned nodding her head in response.
" I ... won't....I ... won't.. leave you..I .." She stutter the words out her mouth.
SIX MONTHS LATER
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🔞 Chapter 101&102🔞
“What… what the hell are you talking about?” he asked, visibly shaken.
“The cliff? That was not my fault. I didn’t kill him!”
“Yes, you did!” Samantha screamed, her voice breaking.
“You pushed him! I saw you!”
The room went silent.
“Samantha, no…” Alison muttered, stepping closer, confused.
“It didn’t happen that way. Charlie didn’t push him.”
He looked at her, eyes narrowed.
“Wait… how do you even know what happened? You weren’t supposed to be there.”
Samantha looked up slowly, her face blank.
“Because I was there,” she said flatly.
“I saw everything. And of course you'd protect him..just like everyone else does. Charlie the golden boy. Always perfect. Always forgiven.”
Her words were venom now.
“No one ever sees my pain. No one asked why I’m still single at this age. I lost my baby because of him!”
Gasps rang out again.
“What?” Mr. Kings whispered, stepping back, stunned.
“Yes,” she snapped.
“I was pregnant. And after my boyfriend died, the stress, the grief… I lost everything. While you? You got to live. You got to fall in love. You got to be happy!”
Her mother reached up, cupping her cheek.
“Oh baby… I didn’t know,” she whispered, tears forming.
“Don’t,” Samantha said sharply, moving her mother’s hand away.
“Don’t act like you care now. All of you chose him over me.”
Mr. Kings finally spoke again, his voice low and broken.
“I swear, I didn’t push him. He… he jumped. He couldn’t take the guilt. I tried to stop him, but it was too late.”
“Stop lying!” Samantha shouted.
“He didn’t jump. You killed him! You were angry. You snapped. Admit it!”
“I didn’t..damn it, Samantha!” Mr Kings’s voice thundered now, shaking with frustration and pain.
“I didn’t kill him! I’ve lived with the image of that day every night. I tried to save him. I reached out, but he… he let go. And I couldn’t stop him!”
Samantha's lip trembled.
The rage in her eyes wavered..just for a moment.
But the hurt? The bitterness?
Still burned hot.
Ana watched it all from the corner, her heart pounding in her chest.
Samantha stood up slowly, wiping her tears, but her body trembled with unresolved rage.
Her gaze locked on Mr Kings cold and unforgiving.
“Whether you meant it or not… he's dead. And I’m still the one who lost everything,”she said, her voice low but bitter.
Mr. Kings stepped closer, his jaw clenched.
“I’m not your enemy, Sam,”he said softly.
“I never wanted to hurt you. I’ve been carrying guilt for years..for something I couldn't stop.”
“Guilt doesn’t fix the past,” she shot back.
“It doesn’t bring him back. It doesn't undo what I went through while you got to live in peace.”
Ana moved closer, placing a hand gently on Mr Kings's arm.
Her voice was calm but firm.
“Sam, none of them knew. If they did, things would’ve been different,” she said.
“But you can’t carry that pain like it’s a weapon forever. It’s killing you, and it’s tearing this family apart.”
Samantha’s eyes welled again.
She looked down, her strength crumbling.
“I don’t know how to let it go,”she whispered.
Mrs Kings stood slowly, weak but steady.
She walked to Samantha, cupping her daughter’s face.
“Then let us help you,” she said gently.
“You’re not alone anymore.”
Samantha broke into sobs and collapsed into her mother’s arms.
Everyone watched in silence.
Mr Kings exhaled deeply, pain still heavy in his chest.
He looked at Ana, who gave his hand a soft squeeze.
****
Later that evening, after the family had shared dinner and the initial tension had melted into polite conversation, Ana slipped out onto the wide balcony.
The city lights stretched before her like stars scattered across the earth.
The breeze was cool against her skin, calming… grounding.
She leaned on the rail, taking it all in.
She heard the sliding door open behind her, then close softly.
Mr Kings.
He came up behind her without saying a word, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing his chest to her back.
His warmth, his scent he always knew how to quiet her heart.
“I told you they’d love you,” he murmured into her ear, voice low and tender.
Ana smiled, but didn’t turn yet.
“I wasn’t expecting that… from your mother.”
“She’s not easily impressed,” he said, nuzzling her neck,
“but you… you walked in with fire in your eyes and my ring on your finger.”
Ana turned slowly in his arms, their bodies brushing in all the right ways.
“You know this doesn’t change everything, right?” she whispered.
“I still need time. To heal. To trust again.”
“I know,” he said, looking down into her eyes.
“But tonight gave me hope.”
He brought his hand to her jaw, tilting her face gently as his lips hovered over hers.
“I love you” he said against her lips, voice hoarse with emotion.
“Not because you're mine. But because you're you.”
Ana melted into him, their kiss slow no longer rushed or desperate, but full of promise.
His hands roamed her back, pulling her close, deepening the kiss with a hunger that told her he’d been waiting for this all day.
When they pulled apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against hers.
“Come back to me,” he whispered.
“Whenever you’re ready. I’ll wait.”
Ana's fingers gripped his shirt.
“I haven’t left yet,” she breathed.
"So how do you feel about everything that happened today?" Ana asked softly, watching Mr. Kings with careful eyes.
He took a deep breath, a slow smile spreading across his lips.
The kind of smile that held both relief and pain.
"I was mad," he said. "So mad. None of this was supposed to happen today... but I’m glad it did. I'm glad the truth came out. I'm glad everyone saw things for what they really are. Maybe that’s the closure we all needed."
He paused, his voice dipping.
"I never thought Sam would do me like that. And it hurt. God, it hurt to because I always saw her as my sister. I never wanted to be the reason she broke like that."
Ana's expression softened.
"I'm sorry," she said gently.
"You didn’t deserve what she did to you. Trying to ruin your life… plotting behind your back like that. That's not what a Sister should do "
Mr. Kings nodded slowly, his gaze falling to her lips.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"Thank you for being here… for standing beside me. I know I’ve been a jerk. Cold. Stubborn. But somehow, you stayed."
Ana smiled, a quiet, knowing smile.
"So… are you going to give us a chance now?" he asked, tilting his head.
She gave him a playful look. "Maybe I can. Maybe I can’t. Depends."
His voice dropped low.
"I want to make love to my wife."
Ana’s eyes widened. "Charlie…"
"I said I want to make love to my wife," he repeated, his lips brushing hers, voice hot against her skin.
She let out a soft moan, but gently pushed him back.
"We’re in your parents’ house. We can’t..."
"My parents' house is also my house," he smirked, "and in my house, I can fuck my wife all I want"
Her cheeks flushed deep red.
He pulled her close, already walking her backward toward his room.
His lips found her neck, his hands slipping under her shirt, hunger in every movement.
Ana gasped as her back gently hit the door of his bedroom.
Mr. Kings kicked it shut behind them without breaking the kiss, his hands already tugging at the hem of her dress.
"You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough.
Her fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one swift motion.
She paused for a second, letting her eyes roam over his chest, her breath hitching.
He looked better than she remembered.
Or maybe it was the ache of longing that made everything feel more intense.
He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.
Their lips crashed together again, this time messier, hungrier.
His hands slid down to her thighs, gripping her like he’d never let go again.
“You’re mine,” he growled against her skin, kissing down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone.
“And I’m going to remind you exactly what that means.”
Ana moaned as he laid her down on the bed, his mouth never leaving her body.
He kissed a trail down her stomach, fingers hooked in her waistband, eyes locked on hers for permission.
Her back arched off the bed as his lips grazed her clit.
She was soakedwet and throbbing with desire.
His tongue moved expertly over her, and he growled in pleasure.
“Damn… she tastes like heaven,” he thought, hungry for more.
He wanted to devour her again and again.
“Ohhh... God… shit,” Ana moaned, her body tensing as the heat inside her built.
Her hands flew to his head, pushing him deeper into her pu**y.
His tongue slipped inside her while his fingers rubbed slow, deliberate circles on her cl*t.
It didn’t take long,her orgasm hit like a wave.
She screamed, her body jerking against the bed, legs trembling.
“That’s my wife… cumming for her husband,” Mr. Kings said, his voice thick with pride and lust as he crashed his lips onto hers.
Ana moaned into the kiss, tasting herself on his mouth, her body still shaking.
She pulled back, eyes meeting his, wild and full of need.
“I… I want to…” she stuttered.
Mr. Kings smirked, his hand brushing over her sensitive, peaked nipples.
She gasped.
“What do you want, baby doll?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
Ana stared at him for a moment, then spoke, breathless but certain.
“I want to ride you,” she said bluntly.
His smirk widened before he flipped them over effortlessly.
Now straddling him, Ana trembled slightly.
Her hands tracing the lines of his chest.
Her eyes never leaving his.
Mr Kings let out a low growl as her fingers moved down to his trousers.
She tugged them down, freeing his thick, hard cock.
Her hand wrapped around him, .
Slow and teasing, her gaze locked with his.
He watched her, his jaw clenched,
His hands gripping her waist tightly as he helped guide her down onto him.
They both moaned deep and desperate..as he filled her inch by inch.
“Take it all, baby,” he whispered, eyes dark with hunger.
Her lips parted, her hands splayed on his chest for balance.
“It’s… it’s too big… I can’t,” she whimpered, already feeling overwhelmed by the stretch.
“Yes, you can,” he growled, pulling her down farther.
“You were made for me, Ana.”
“You can, baby,” he whispered, voice low and husky.
“Just relax… feel me.”
Ana whimpered, her nails digging into his chest as she lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside her.
“Oh fuck…” she gasped, her head falling back, hair cascading over her shoulders.
He groaned beneath her, watching her take every inch like the goddess she was.
“You’re so tight… so perfect,” he gritted, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Ana began to move, slowly at first, grinding her hips in soft, deliberate circles.
Her breath caught with every stroke as she rode him, her body adjusting, surrendering.
“Fuck, Charlie…” she moaned, bouncing harder now, her breasts moving with every thrust.
His hands slid up, fingers flicking her nipples, drawing out sweet, broken gasps from her lips.
“That’s it… ride your husband, baby. Show me how much you missed this cock,” he groaned, his hips snapping up to meet her.
Ana cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.
“I did...I missed it so much,” she choked out, her rhythm faltering as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
“Don’t stop,” he growled.
“Cum for me again.”
Her thighs tightened around him, movements frantic, desperate.
Then she screamed his name, cumming hard around him,her body clenching, shivering.
He couldn’t hold back anymore.
With a deep growl, he flipped her beneath him again, thrusting hard and fast, chasing his release.
He groaned against her neck, hot breath against her skin, before spilling inside her.
They lay there, tangled, panting,sweat on skin, hearts pounding in sync.
“You’re mine,” he whispered.
Ana nodded breathlessly.
*****
The water hit her skin in warm, soothing waves, but nothing felt hotter than the man behind her.
Mr. Kings stepped into the shower, water cascading down his sculpted chest, eyes locked on her soaked, glistening body.
Ana bit her lip as he closed the distance, his hands running down her wet curves.
“You really think I was done with you?” he whispered, voice thick with desire.
Her back hit the cold tiles, and she gasped as his mouth claimed hers,hot, hungry, relentless.
“Turn around,” he growled against her lips.
Ana obeyed slowly, placing her palms on the fogged-up glass.
The second her ass brushed against him, he groaned, gripping her hips tightly.
“You drive me insane,” he hissed, sliding one hand between her legs, teasing her slick folds while the other reached up to cup her breast.
She moaned, arching into his touch, trembling under his control.
“You’re already soaked, baby… and it’s not just the water,” he smirked,.
Guiding himself to her entrance.
When he thrust into her,.
Ana gasped, loud, breathless, wild.
The sound of skin slapping, moans echoing in the steamy room,.
The way his name left her lips like a prayer it was all too much.
“You feel that?” he groaned, pumping into her harder.
“That’s how much I’ve missed you.”
“Don’t stop… please, don’t stop,” Ana begged, her voice shaking with pleasure.
“Not until you scream my name,” he said.
" Tell me you are not leaving me, baby"
Ana moaned nodding her head in response.
" I ... won't....I ... won't.. leave you..I .." She stutter the words out her mouth.
SIX MONTHS LATER
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