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“Ammi Ki Izzat sleeping pills ” – The European Nights
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Chapter 1: The Plan
The dimly lit hotel room in Vienna smelled of expensive perfume and old leather. Asif watched his mother Humera unpack her modest clothes, her movements graceful despite her 49 years. She was a woman who had buried her husband three years ago, but her body had refused to surrender to age or grief.
Her figure defied every expectation for a woman her age—36-40-44, a body that made young men stare openly in the streets. Her hips swayed with a natural rhythm beneath her conservative salwar kameez, her breasts strained against the fabric, heavy and full. Her face held that perfect combination of innocence and experience, framed by strands of black hair that had only begun to show silver at the temples.
“Ammi, aap thak gayi hongi,” Asif said, his voice carefully measured as he handed her a glass of water. Inside, his heart hammered against his ribs with anticipation.
Humera smiled, that gentle, trusting smile that made his cock twitch painfully in his trousers. “Beta, tumhara khayal rakhna mera farz hai. Europe mein pehli baar aa rahe ho.”
She took the glass without suspicion. Asif watched her throat move as she swallowed, each gulp taking her deeper into his web. The sedative would take effect within twenty minutes. He had crushed four tablets into the water, enough to knock out an elephant for seven hours.
“Ammi, aap rest kar lo. Kal hum city dekhenge,” he said, his voice steady despite the animalistic hunger clawing at his insides.
Humera nodded, already feeling drowsy. She lay down on the king-sized bed, her modest nightgown doing little to hide the curves beneath. “Beta, tum bhi so jao…”
Her voice faded as the drugs pulled her under. Asif watched her breathing become deep and even. He waited another ten minutes, checking her pulse, whispering her name. Nothing.
Finally, when he was certain she was completely unconscious, Asif stood at the foot of the bed and let his eyes feast on his mother’s sleeping form. His hands trembled as he reached for the hem of her nightgown and slowly pulled it up.
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Chapter 2: Apni Ammi Ko Chodna
The first thing Asif saw was the dark triangle of hair between his mother’s legs. Her pussy was surprisingly firm and plump for a 49-year-old woman, the lips slightly parted as if inviting him in. Her thighs were smooth, pale, and strong.
“Maaf kar do Ammi,” he whispered as he stripped completely, his 8-inch cock springing free, already rock hard and leaking pre-cum. “But I can’t control myself. Tumhe itna dekha hai, itna chaha hai…”
He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Her nightgown was now bunched around her waist. Her breasts, those magnificent 36-inch beauties, were covered by a thin cotton bra. He unclipped it and watched them spill free—full, round, with dark brown nipples that were already pebbled from the cool room air.
He lowered his mouth to her nipple, sucking gently. Even in her unconscious state, a soft moan escaped her lips. That sound sent electricity through his body.
“Ammi, aaj main tumhari chut ka swaad lunga,” Asif growled, moving down her body with reverent fervor.
He spread her legs wide, marveling at how her pussy glistened despite her unconsciousness—her body’s natural response to his touch. Her inner thighs were smooth, and her skin smelled of talcum powder and womanly musk.
He dove in, his tongue tracing the length of her slit. She tasted like sweet salt and something deeply feminine. He lapped at her clit, swollen despite her unconscious state, and felt her hips twitch involuntarily.
“Kya baat hai Ammi, tumhari chut to meri bhookh nahi mita sakti,” he murmured against her flesh, sliding two fingers into her wet warmth.
Her pussy was tight—impossibly tight for a woman who had borne a child. The walls clenched around his fingers as if trying to pull him deeper. He worked his fingers in and out, curling them to find that sweet spot inside her.
“Aaaah… ohh…” Humera moaned softly, her body responding to the stimulation even though her mind was trapped in drugged darkness.
Asif’s cock was painfully hard. He couldn’t wait anymore. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his shaft pressing against her slick opening.
“Ammi, main aa raha hoon. Mera 8-inch lund tumhari gaand aur chut mein dalne wala hoon,” he whispered, his voice raw with lust.
He pushed inside her in one smooth thrust, burying his entire length in her warm, wet pussy. The sensation was overwhelming. Her walls gripped him like a fist, pulling him deeper into her body. She was so tight, so hot, so perfect.
“Ohh… Ammi, tumhari chut kitni tight hai! Itni tight ki lagta hai virgin ho!”
He began to move, slow and deep at first, savoring every inch of her. His balls slapped against her ass with each thrust. Her breasts bounced with the motion, her face peaceful despite the violation her body was receiving.
“Tumhare husband ko kabhi iska maza nahi aaya hoga,” he grunted, picking up speed. “Woh mar gaya aur tumhe akela chhod diya. Ab main tumhara khayal rakhunga, Ammi.”
Her body arched off the bed as he hit her deepest spot. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips—the sound of a woman drowning in unwanted pleasure.
“Ammi, tumhari gaand bhi dekhni hai,” he said, pulling out abruptly and flipping her onto her stomach.
He stared at her ass—those two magnificent mounds of flesh that had always been his secret obsession. He spread them apart, looking at her tight brown hole, and spat on it to lubricate the entrance.
“Pehli baar nahi hoga Ammi, lekin meri gaand ki bhookh tumse hi mitengi,” he said as he pressed his cock against her asshole.
He pushed slowly, feeling the resistance of her untried hole. Her body fought back, but his size and force eventually won. Inch by glorified inch, he sank into her tight dark hole, groaning at the incredible pressure around his cock.
“GAAND! Meri Ammi ki gaand! Kitni tight hai! Ohh… aaaaah!” he cried out, his voice echoing in the hotel room.
He fucked her ass with savage intensity, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Her unconscious body accepted every inch, her asshole stretching obscenely to accommodate his thick shaft.
“Tumhari chut aur gaand dono mere hain, Ammi. Aur aaj ke baad, aur bhi londe tumhara maza lenge. Tum meri rakhail ho, meri whore Ammi.”
He could feel his orgasm building, a hot pressure at the base of his cock. He pumped into her ass faster, harder, deeper.
“Main aa raha hoon! Ammi, main tumhari gaand mein apna sperm dal raha hoon! Lelo mera beej!”
His body stiffened as his cock erupted inside her. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her asshole, filling her depths with his seed. He continued pumping until every last drop was deposited, his breath ragged and his body trembling.
He pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her gaping hole. Then, without wasting a moment, he rolled her back over and entered her pussy again, still hard despite having just come.
“I want one more round, Ammi. Aaj tumhe bahut chodna hai.”
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Chapter 3: The Hidden Invitation
Asif spent the next two hours using his mother’s body in every way imaginable—her pussy, her ass, her mouth, even between her breasts. By the end, her body was covered in his sweat and cum, her holes were gaping, and she had involuntarily squirted twice despite being unconscious.
But he wasn’t done with her. He had bigger plans.
He cleaned her up just enough to make her look peaceful, then positioned her naked on the bed, her legs slightly spread, her pussy and ass exposed to anyone who walked in. He placed his hidden camera to capture every angle, then dressed and walked out.
At the lobby, he approached Mr. Rodriguez, the hotel manager—a burly man with a thick mustache and hungry eyes. Beside him was the service boy, a young man barely twenty, with a lean frame and nervous energy.
“Gentlemen,” Asif said with a knowing smile. “I need to go out for some business. My mother is sleeping in Room 214. She’s taken sleeping pills and will be unconscious for the next 6-7 hours. Please send some food to the room, but don’t disturb her. Just leave the tray outside.”
He handed the manager a generous tip. “Actually, you can keep the food inside if you wish. Just don’t wake her.”
Mr. Rodriguez’s eyes flickered with something dark and knowing. “As you wish, sir.”
Asif walked away, his phone already connected to the hidden camera’s live feed.
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Chapter 4: The First Intruders
Two hours later, Mr. Rodriguez and the young service boy entered Room 214 together. They had planned to sneak in individually, but curiosity had brought them together.
What they found made both men freeze.
On the bed lay Humera, completely naked. Her body was flushed, her lips slightly parted, her breasts gleaming with a sheen of sweat. Between her spread legs, they could see both her holes—rimmed with drying cum, gaping from recent use.
“Wah!” Mr. Rodriguez gasped. “Itne tight badee boobs hain… Iske bete k lund ne pehle hi isko chod diya hai!”
The service boy, whose name was Ravi, swallowed hard. “Sir, wo… wo already fucked hai. Kya hum…”
“Kya hum kya?” Rodriguez laughed, his voice low and greedy. “Yeh toh humare liye bhi ready hai. Dekho, kitni khuli hui hai.”
They looked at each other, an unspoken agreement passing between them. Ravi locked the door carefully, then both men turned to the unconscious woman on the bed.
“Pehle main,” said Rodriguez, stripping off his shirt. “Jawaan ladkiyo se zyada mature aurat mein maza hota hai. Iski chut toh ekdam rasili lag rahi hai.”
He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Humera’s legs. His cock was thick and dark, a testament to his Latin heritage. He ran his hand over her inner thigh, feeling the softness of her skin.
“Kitni naram hai, kitni khubsurat hai,” he moaned, pressing his cock against her pussy. “Aur kitni tight hogi yeh, is ke bête ke baad bhi.”
He pushed inside her and both men heard the wet squelch of her still-lubricated pussy. Rodriguez groaned as her walls closed around him like a vice.
“Ohhh! Iski chut! Iski chut toh kamaal ki hai! Bahut tight, bahut garam!”
He began to fuck her with long, hard strokes, each thrust making her breasts bounce and her ass jiggle. The service boy Ravi watched from the side, stroking his own erect cock, eagerly awaiting his turn.
“Sir, iski gaand bhi dekho,” Ravi said, drooling at the sight of her stretched asshole. “Yeh bhi khuli hui hai. Sir ne pehle gaand mara hai.”
“Toh iski gaand bhi chodenge!” Rodriguez growled, pulling out of her pussy and flipping her over. “Pehle pussy, phir gaand!”
He slammed into her ass without any preparation, using the cum still inside her as lubricant. Humera’s body arched, a small moan escaping her even in her unconscious state.
“Dekho, isko maza aa raha hai!” Rodriguez laughed. “Yeh sau sal ki hai iski umar, lekin iski gaand toh aisi hai jaise koi naujawaan ladki!”
He fucked her ass with abandon for ten minutes, then pulled out and shot a massive load of cum directly onto her back, painting her skin white with his seed.
“Ab tum, bacche!” he said to Ravi, stepping aside.
Ravi, barely able to contain his excitement, climbed onto the bed. His cock was long and thin—about 7 inches—but lean and hungry. He positioned himself at her pussy and pushed inside.
“Ohh… ohhh…” Ravi moaned, his eyes rolling back. “Iski chut kitni acchi hai! Sir, isko toh roz chodna chahiye!”
He fucked her with youthful enthusiasm, his hips slamming against hers with no rhythm but plenty of force. Her body absorbed every stroke, her face peaceful, her mouth slightly open as if dreaming.
“Ammi… nahi, madam… aapki chut toh heaven hai!” Ravi cried as his orgasm approached. “Main apna sperm aapke andar dunga! Sperm! LO!”
He came deep inside her pussy, his seed mixing with Asif’s earlier deposits. He collapsed on top of her for a moment, then pulled out, his cock quickly hardening again.
“Sir, ek aur round?”
Rodriguez laughed. “Hum dono isko bari-bari se chodenge. Yeh 6-7 ghante unconscious hai, humara time hai!”
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Chapter 5: The Night of Three Rounds Each
What followed was an orgy of primal lust. Rodriguez and Ravi took turns with Humera’s body, alternating between her pussy and her ass, occasionally making her suck their cocks even while she was unconscious.
First Round (Rodriguez): Pussy – 10 minutes hard pounding, cum inside her.
First Round (Ravi): Ass – 8 minutes of relentless anal, came on her face.
Second Round (Rodriguez): Ass – Used her stretched hole for 12 minutes, left a thick creampie in her bowels.
Second Round (Ravi): Pussy – Sucked her juices off his fingers first, then fucked her for 9 minutes until he exploded inside her again.
Third Round (Rodriguez): Face – Made her lips wrap around his cock, fucked her mouth until he choked her with his load.
Third Round (Ravi): Double-stuffed with Rodriguez – One in pussy, one in ass, they moved in opposite rhythms until both came simultaneously inside her.
Through it all, Humera’s body responded despite her unconsciousness. She squirted three times—once during Rodriguez’s first pussy assault, twice during Ravi’s second round. Her body arched, her hips bucked, and a fountain of clear fluid gushed from her pussy, spraying both men.
“YEHHH! Iski chut se paani!” Rodriguez yelled as the liquid sprayed his chest. “Yeh aurat sach mein kamaal ki hai!”
Ravi laughed, lapping at the fluids on his fingers. “Madam ki chut ka pani! SWEET!”
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Chapter 6: The Return and Cleanup
Four hours later, Asif returned to the room. The men had just finished their final round and were dressing quickly, trying to look innocent. The room stank of sex—cum, sweat, and the unmistakable smell of arousal.
“Thank you for looking after the room,” Asif said with a straight face, handing them another wad of cash. “My mother is still sleeping?”
“Yes, sir,” Rodriguez said, his voice steady despite his racing heart. “We left the food tray. She did not wake up.”
Asif nodded, walking them out. The moment they were gone, he locked the door and rushed to the bed. His mother was in a state—her body covered in cum stains, her hair matted, her holes gaping. She was still unconscious, but her body glistened with evidence of everything she had endured.
He worked quickly, cleaning her with warm towels and perfumed soap. He washed every inch of her body, removing the cum from her thighs, her belly, her face, her breasts. He used a douche to flush the sperm from her pussy and ass, careful to leave no trace.
When she finally appeared clean and peaceful, he dressed her in a fresh nightgown and covered her with the blanket. The hidden camera had captured everything.
He lay beside her, his hand resting on her thigh, watching her sleep. “Ammi, tumhe nahi pata tumhari chut aur gaand ke saath kya khel khela gaya aaj raat. Lekin main tumhe sab kuch dikhaunga jab time aayega.”
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Chapter 7: The Next Morning
Humera woke up slowly, her head pounding and her body aching in places she couldn’t quite explain. She looked around the hotel room, confused.
“Beta, kya hua? Mujhe bahut neend aa rahi hai.”
Asif smiled. “Ammi, aapne der raat tak city dekha, phir thak gayi. Main aapko le aaya aur aap so gayi.”
Humera frowned. “Par meri taangon mein dard kyun hai? Aur… yeh jagah… sukhi kyun hai?”
“Nahi, Ammi. Aapne sapna dekha hoga,” Asif said smoothly. “Chaliye, main aapke liye breakfast mangwata hoon.”
Humera nodded, but suspicion flickered in her eyes. She touched her inner thigh and felt a sensitivity that told her something had happened. But she found no evidence—no stains, no marks, nothing.
Throughout the day, Asif played the perfect son. He took her to museums, walks by the river, and treated her to a beautiful dinner. She slowly relaxed, attributing her soreness to the long flight and unfamiliar bed.
But at night, when she slept, Asif’s phone played the video of her being fucked by Rodriguez and Ravi. He watched with a smile, stroking his cock as he heard his mother moan in her drugged sleep.
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Chapter 8: The Second Night – A New Twist
The next morning, Asif introduced a twist. He approached Rodriguez and Ravi privately.
“Gentlemen, I saw what you did to my mother,” he said coolly, watching their faces drain of blood.
“Sir, hum… hum sorry…”
“Sorry nahi,” Asif interrupted. “Main khush hoon. Aur main chahata hoon ki aaj raat wohi karo—par is baar, mere ek aur dost ke saath. Woh ek African businessman hai—large size. Woh is hotel mein hi thehra hua hai. Usko bhi maza aa sakta hai.”
Rodriguez and Ravi sighed with relief. They had expected punishment, not an invitation.
“He’s coming at midnight. Same room. Same situation. One requirement—no condoms, no hesitation.”
That night, Asif gave his mother the same drugged water, whispering, “Ammi, aaj raat tumhare paas teen mard honge. Tum un sab ka swagat karogi, jaise ek achi rakhail ko karna chahiye.”
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Chapter 9: The African Beast
At midnight, Asif left the room, locking the door from the outside. Ten minutes later, Rodriguez, Ravi, and a massive African man named Kofi entered.
Kofi was a giant—6 foot 7, with muscles that strained his shirt and a cock that hung thick and long even when soft. When he dropped his pants, both Rodriguez and Ravi gasped.
“Yaar! Yeh toh 10 inch ka hai minimum!” Ravi whispered.
Kofi laughed, a deep rumbling sound. “She will enjoy this. I will make sure she remembers tonight… even if she doesn’t remember.”
He approached the bed where Humera lay, again drugged and naked. Her body was oiled and ready—Asif had prepared her himself this time, leaving her holes slick with lubricant.
Kofi crawled up her body, his massive frame eclipsing her small figure. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue working her pussy with expert precision. Even unconscious, Humera’s hips rose to meet his mouth.
“Aaah… she tastes like paradise,” Kofi purred. “Let me begin.”
He positioned his massive cock at her entrance. Rodriguez watched with wide eyes.
“Iska lund toh uski chut se bada hai! Fit hoga kya?”
Kofi didn’t answer. He just pushed, and Humera’s pussy stretched around his enormous girth like a mouth trying to swallow a watermelon. Inch by inch, he disappeared inside her, until his balls rested against her ass.
“Holy…” Rodriguez breathed. “She’s taking all of him!”
Kofi began to move, slow and powerful, each thrust making the bed shake. Humera’s unconscious body responded, her legs wrapping around his waist involuntarily even as her mind stayed trapped.
“Her pussy is so hot, so tight,” Kofi growled. “I am going to fuck her until she squirts everywhere.”
He picked up the pace, turning brutal. His hips slammed into her, over and over, his 10-inch cock burying itself to the root each time. Within minutes, Humera’s body began to twitch violently.
“She’s going to squirt!” Ravi yelled.
And she did. A torrent of clear liquid exploded from her pussy, soaking Kofi’s thighs and the bed beneath them. It continued for nearly a minute, a fountain of female ejaculate.
“YEESSS!” Kofi roared. “SQUIRT FOR ME!”
He kept going, and she squirted three more times over the next twenty minutes. By the time he pulled out, the bed was soaked.
“Now the ass,” Kofi decided, flipping her over.
He forced his massive cock into her rear hole, and even Rodriguez winced at the size. But Humera’s body—stretched from the previous night’s abuse—accepted him again, her asshole swallowing his girth inch by inch.
“Her gaand… is better than any I have ever had,” Kofi moaned. “This woman was made for big cocks.”
He pounded her ass for fifteen minutes, his balls slapping against her pussy with every thrust. When he finally came, it felt like a hose being unleashed—his thick, white cum flooding her bowels in a seemingly endless stream.
“Ughhh… I left my mark in her,” he said, pulling out and watching his cum ooze from her gaped hole.
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Chapter 10: The Triple Threat
This time, the trio worked in unison. They took turns with Humera’s three receptive holes—her pussy, her ass, and her mouth.
The Mouth: Ravi knelt by her head, sliding his cock between her parted lips. He fucked her mouth slowly, savoring the feel of her tongue even in her drugged state.
The Pussy: Kofi dominated her between the legs, his massive cock rhythmically stretching her swollen pussy.
The Ass: Rodriguez took her from behind, his thick shaft filling her rear hole with brutal strokes.
They moved in a synchronized rhythm, using her body like a shared toy. Humera’s unconscious body was a vessel of pure lust, accepting everything without resistance.
“Can she handle three at once?” Ravi asked, uncertainty in his voice.
“Look at her. She’s loving it,” Kofi laughed. “Her body is craving us.”
They kept going for an hour, switching positions and holes. Humera’s body was drenched in cum and sweat, her face a mask of drugged pleasure. She squirted twice more, adding to the growing pool of fluids on the bed.
Finally, Kofi declared, “I am close. I want to come on her face.”
They pulled out of her, and Kofi positioned himself over her face. He jerked his massive cock over her features, his orgasm exploding across her cheeks, her lips, her closed eyes. Thick ropes of African seed decorated her face like white paint.
Ravi was next, pumping his cum into her gaped pussy for the second time that night. Rodriguez finished by coating her ass with his release, his sperm dripping down into the crack of her beautiful behind.
When they were finished, they gathered their clothes and left, closing the door behind them.
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Chapter 11: Asif’s Second Turn
Asif entered the room fifteen minutes later, his phone capturing everything. He found his mother in a state of utter ruin—covered in cum, her holes gaping, her face a white mask of semen.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
He cleaned her carefully again, taking his time. When she was spotless, he couldn’t resist one more round. He positioned her on her side, lifting her top leg, and slid into her pussy from behind.
“Ammi, tum toh aaj raat teen lund se bhari ho,” he whispered as he pumped into her. “Lekin mera lund tumhara favourite rahega.”
He came inside her for good measure, adding his seed to the mixture that would soon be flushed away.
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Chapter 12: The Suspicion and The Promise
The next morning, Humera woke with a pounding headache and an even deeper suspicion.
“Beta, main kuch samajh nahi pa rahi hoon. Meri body… meri skin… sab kuch odd hai.”
“Ammi, aap Europe mein ho. Nayi jagah, nayi hawa, naya khana. Body adjust ho rahi hai,” Asif said, his face a mask of innocence.
He made her breakfast himself, attended to her every need, and took her shopping in the afternoon. Slowly, her suspicion receded. But a small voice in her head kept whispering that something wasn’t right.
That night, Asif watched the videos again, his cock in his hand. The camera had captured everything—every angle, every thrust, every gush of cum.
“Ammi, abhi to sirf shuruaat hai,” he whispered to the screen. “Europe mein kafi raatein baki hain. Aur kafi mard tumhara wait kar rahe hain. Tumhari chut aur gaand ab ek public park hai—har koi aa sakta hai.”
He saved the videos in a secret folder, his smile growing wider with each save.
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Epilogue: The Beginning of Forever
The trip continued for two more weeks. Every other night, Humera would drink her drugged water and fall into a deep sleep. And every such night, Rodriguez, Ravi, and now Kofi would arrive, sometimes accompanied by other men Asif had carefully selected.
Asif watched from his hidden cameras, masturbating as he saw his mother’s body used by strangers. He counted seven different men over the course of the trip, all without condoms, all leaving their seed deep inside her holes.
Humera would wake each morning with unexplained soreness and a growing unease she couldn’t articulate. But she never found evidence, and Asif was the perfect son by day.
On the plane ride home, she gripped his hand.
“Beta, Europe bahut sundar tha. Lekin mujhe laga jaise… kuch hua tha.”
Asif smiled, his eyes gleaming. “Ammi, aapne sapna dekha hoga. Bas ab ghar aake aaram karo.”
But in his bag was a hard drive containing hundreds of hours of footage—his mother, naked and unconscious, being used by strangers. His collection. His treasure.
“Ammi,” he thought, watching her sleep on the airplane. “Ghar pe bhi kuch arrangement karunga. Bahut se mardon ko bulayenge. Tumhari chut aur gaand har mahine kisi na kisi ke saath hogi.”
And Humera slept, oblivious to the web of depravity her own son had woven around her. The sleeping pills in her carry-on would ensure she remained blissfully unaware of every violation, every orgasm, every load of sperm deposited in her 49-year-old body.
Her life—and her body—now belonged to Asif forever.
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THE END
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