“Thanks again for being my model, darling,” Rarity cooed as her magic stitched the fabric around the purple stallion, keeping her eye keenly on her work at Carousel Boutique’s creation station.

“Uh, n-no problem, Rarity,” Dusk awkwardly replied. He was held to a mannequin’s robust backside by a pair of pearly white underwear. The plastic material was hard and coarse against his back, yet the shape accurately represented how the average mare’s ass cheeks were each roughly Dusk’s mass. It was like fitting a round peg into a square hole, giving the little stallion a newfound appreciation for mares’ soft butts now that he knew about the alternative. “This is, um, m-more fabric than I expected from you.”

Rarity tittered and flirtatiously fluttered her eyelashes. “Oh? Did you think I’d restrict myself only to lacey thongs to accentuate a mare’s curves and her stallion’s bits?” She lowered her nose to the purple unicorn’s trapped bulge and heavily exhaled, knowing he could feel her warmth.

“Nnngh…” Dusk nodded.

“Well, as much as I enjoy such aesthetics, I’m afraid the thinner strings grow terribly uncomfortable for the stallions after too long,” Rarity lamented as she resumed working. “So, I aim to find a suitable middle ground between function and fashion. Many mares enjoy wearing underwear for its own sake, but if we’re being honest, the real point is to act as a carrier for their stallions.”

“What about bras?” Barbara asked, curled up in the room’s center as she watched her stallion whimper. It went without saying that Rarity got off on restraining the little guy. Mares dominating stallions was just part of nature, and was frequently seen in most aspects of everyday life. Dusk knew what he was getting into when he’d volunteered to help the gorgeous white mare, and despite his whining, the erection stretching the fabric suggested he didn’t hate the experience. Likewise, Barbara didn’t mind seeing Dusk made to squirm by someone who did it out of love. It made her tingly.

“I’m afraid bras aren’t nearly as popular, darling. Not as visible, you see,” Rarity lamented. “Panties make a statement. They draw the eye to a mare’s curvaceous plot, accentuating its grandeur by showing off its ability to hold her stallion. Truly, there can be no greater mark of a mare’s femininity!” she boldly declared. “Bras, by contrast, have yet to find much appeal beyond a niche crowd.”

“Speaking of niche, it looks like those could use a net or something to catch all that pre,” Barbara observed, indicating the steadily growing stain around the purple unicorn’s erection.

Rarity went wide-eyed. “Ideaaa~” she sang before throwing herself around the drake’s neck and furiously kissed under her jaw. “Oh, Barbie-Warby. You brilliant thing, you.” She then stripped the underwear off the mannequin, setting Dusk atop its cheeks as she took the fabric to her sewing station. “Most mares prefer to have their stallions facing inward, for reasons I hope are obvious,” the fashionista distractedly explained. “However, there are plenty who prefer holding their stallions in other ways, but they don’t because most underwear seldom accommodates for the stallion’s inevitable ejaculation, which creates unsightly stains.” Rarity’s volume grew low as she began muttering, saying something about a pouch and becoming utterly engrossed in her work.

Dusk sat awkwardly atop the mannequin’s plastic cheeks, crossing his legs to hide his boner from Barbara’s intense, predatory stare. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” Barbara asked, licking her lips.

“That. You’re giving me that creepy look like you want to eat me.”

“But I do want to eat you,” Barbara matter-of-factly countered. Parting her jaws for Dusk to see inside, she flexed her fangs and coiled her tongue as saliva dripped from the roof of her mouth. “I want to roll your little body around my mouth like a piece of candy, lick every last square inch of your helpless body, especially the salty bits, and finally, send you down where all naughty little stallions belong.” She traced a line from her chin, down her throat, and finally ended with crossing an X over her stomach.

Dusk narrowed his eyes at the drake. “Ya know, just because you’re my sister, that doesn’t mean you’re obligated to mess with me.”

“Ahem,” Rarity daintily cleared her throat. “For the record, yes, it does, but don’t tell my sister I said that. Only we older sisters have such a responsibility.”

“A nice idea, but I’m afraid you’re both wrong,” Barbara politely countered. “The messing goes both ways. Besides, I might not look it, but I’m actually the younger one.”

“Hmm? Oh, yes. Terribly sorry, but I forgot.”

Barbara shrugged. “No problem.”

“Well, you understand, of course,” Rarity continued, never tearing her eyes from her work. “Just look at you, darling. You’re, well, a magnificent specimen, and not just because of your size. The look in your eye sends chills through ponies, both for good and ill. Your claws are a similar paradox, designed to rend flesh from bone, yet make for unparalleled back scratchers. However, at present, I find myself fascinated with your tail.”

Barbara curiously eyed her snake-like limb as it weaved across the floor.

“Is it because the tail compensates for her lack of a butt?” *Thud* “OW! Gah!” *Thud* “Oof.” Dusk’s question was followed by a yarn ball to the face, knocking him from his perch, where he landed on the floor in an undignified position, head down and back end standing tall in an upside-down sit.

Barbara merely smirked in triumph.

“In a manner,” Rarity confirmed. “The shape of Barby-Warbie’s tail appears to hinder the development of the same caliber of posterior typical of ponies. No offense, darling, but in terms of cheek volume, Rainbow Dash has more of a butt than you.”

Barbara clutched a claw over her chest. “Okay, that hurt.”

“Indeed, but therein lies the fascinating element. The tail actually compensates for your lack of ass, acting as a limb and enabling you to hold your stallion where he belongs,” Rarity excitedly praised, holding up her finished work. “Ah, there we go. Now we just need to—Dusk! What are you doing on the floor?” she asked while staring intently at the space exposed beneath his tail.

“Questioning my life choices,” the stallion groaned, rubbing his forehead. “Also, I’m questioning why a ball of yarn isn’t softer.”

Rarity noticed the errant sphere nearby, checked on Barbara to find the drake guiltily averting her gaze, and deduced the truth. “Well, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t play with my work materials. If you want to be treated as a stallion instead of a colt, I expect you to act like it,” she lectured, lifting Dusk in her magic and setting his back against the mannequin’s butt.

“I-I wasn’t playing. It was—”

“Now-now, no fussing,” Rarity gently chided, slipping the garment up the mannequin’s legs and over the adorable male. “Just hold still and… there!” She let the elastic band snap into place over the purple unicorn’s snoot, trapping everything below his nose beneath the fabric. “There, how’s the fit?”

Groaning, Dusk wiggled, noting several changes from before. “The band isn’t slipping.”

Rarity proudly held her head high. “Indeed. The cut ensures a snug fit around a stallion’s face, just like this, but it should be equally comfortable around the neck if the mare so wishes.”

“Ah, I see. So, I only get to be in the sun if my mare lets me,” Dusk sardonically dismissed.

“Don’t be like that, darling. Unlike you, most stallions don’t have over a ton of teeth and scales for protection, and quite appreciate the security that comes from being in a mare’s possession.”

“My brother doesn’t,” Dusk argued.

“And who is your brother?”

“Shining Armor.”

Rarity blinked. “Shining Armor? As in… Captain Shining Armor from Made in Manehatten’s sexiest stallions of the year?”

“Uh… maybe?”

“He’s made the top-ten list for the last six consecutive years. That’s your brother!?”

“Hey, he’s my brother, too,” Barbara reminded, purposefully grinning a grin that would make lesser-willed beings wet themselves. “Our family is fun.”

“I… I see. Putting a pin in that for later,” Rarity decided, recomposing herself. “Anyway, anomalies aside, most stallions enjoy and appreciate how mares care for them. However, while I admit that we can get a little… carried away sometimes, it’s usually with the best of intentions. I simply wish for my garments to ensure our stallions are as comfortable as possible while in our care. On that note, how does your penis feel?”

Dusk wiggled some more. “Well, it slipped into a slot.” He grunted thoughtfully and added, “What the buck is this stuff made of? Is this some kind of special fabric, or maybe enchanted?”

“Sort of, and definitely yes,” Rarity beamed, positively giddy at seeing her efforts be recognized. “A thicker weave does not merely allow for a container for a stallion’s ejaculation. Too much will inevitably stain through anything, assuming added steps aren’t taken,” she cryptically explained.

“Added ste—” Dusk quickly resumed wiggling his hips, this time paying special attention to how the soft material slid across his penis. “Wait, is that a spell matrix?”

“Hehe, yes!” Rarity cheered. “A rather low-level one, at that. It creates a protective film between the fabric’s inner layer and your family jewels. This way, you can cum as much as you like without ever leaving unsightly stains that makes the mare look like she wet herself.”

Barbara finally stood, the floor creaking under her tremendous weight as she approached her bound brother and sniffed his bulge. “Whoa, that’s some fine weaving, but isn’t this kind of thing, like, insanely expensive?”

“The price depends on the quality of the magic used,” Rarity corrected. “If you’ll recall, I said this one was low-level.”

“Yeah, but what about duration?” Barbara inquired. “Low-level stuff only lasts, like, a day, and that’s if you’re super careful. You’d have to constantly replenish the spell, and who’d want to do that?”

“Barb, it’s sewn into the fabric,” Dusk reminded. “The spell will hold so long as the weave isn’t undone. And since it’s low-level, that means there’ll be less strain. So, something like this could probably last a few months.”

Barbara whistled.

It was all Rarity could do to keep herself from hopping around the room like Pinkie. It was one thing to talk shop with other seamstresses and fashion enthusiasts. However, to the surprise of many, Rarity was quite an adept magician, and it had been ages since she got to chat with peers who understood the magical complexities of her work and didn’t immediately dismiss it as a waste of effort. Dusk and Barbara were such beautiful and precious treasures. With that said, it wouldn’t hurt to look into getting the other sibling in on the fun.

***

Later, Dusk sat atop Barb’s back as she carefully weaved through the streets. Ponies were getting used to having a small, horse-sized dragon in their midst, but most still gave her a wide berth. That was fine with the drake, as she enjoyed the space. She definitely wasn’t jealous of mares bumping hips as they passed one another in a nonverbal greeting. No, she definitely didn’t feel jealous or excluded. Rather, Barbara was just glad that most of the weird looks had stopped.

“Let’s see, here,” Dusk muttered. “Modeling for Rarity, check. Being Rainbow’s post-workout masseuse, check. Baking with Pinkie, check. Helping Fluttershy feed her animals… which turned into herding them back in their cages after someone blew fire and freaked them out…”

“I sneezed. Sue me.”

“Check. That just leaves Apple Jack with—why isn’t there anything listed?”

Barbara chuckled. “Ya know, most folks would probably pick up on that detail first instead of going down the whole list.”

Dusk looked at Barbara as though the drake had called his mother a skinny twig with no ass. “Approaching the list out of order completely derails the entire point of having a list in the first place. You know that!”

“Yeah, I know it,” Barbara agreed, snickering. “I know it cuz you won’t shut up about it cuz you’ve got a list fetish.”

“It’s not a fetish!” Dusk barked louder than he’d intended, catching attention he did not desire. “I-it’s just an appreciation for things being orderly. Anyway, back to the question.”

Barbara shrugged. “Don’t know. Big Mac just said to come over once we were done with everything else to ‘look at something.’ By the way, the guy had an accident and broke some ribs.”

“Ribs, huh? Did a mare squeeze him too tightly or something?” Dusk joked.

“Yeah, probably.”

“… what?” Dusk deadpanned.

“Yeah, I asked him exactly that, and he got all quiet, like he was embarrassed. So, maybe. Why?” Barbara asked. “Afraid of what a big and tough farmer might do to a fragile little nerd like you?”

“No, I trust Apple Jack,” Dusk asserted, sounding slightly annoyed that he needed to justify such a thing. “Big Mac is a handsome stallion. It’s more likely that a suitor got too rough. Although, most injuries like that happen around the pelvic region.” Dusk shook his head before getting lost in thought. “Anyway, I’ve helped everyone else with their chores. I’m sure Apple Jack has something we can do for her.”

“Well, I can think of something you can do,” Barbara replied with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

Dusk rolled his eyes. “Doubtful. Being vored by her twice before anyone else has had a turn would be blatant favoritism, and Apple Jack seems too sensible to invite that kind of trouble.”

“Eh, too bad. I liked seeing you as an orange bulge. We’ll see if any other colors are available,” Barbara coyly remarked as they departed the town outskirts, heading for the orchard. “The quiet’s nice out here.”

Dusk nodded, regarding the many trees and occasional critter. “I will not miss city noise. Give me gentle bird chirps any day.”

“You should tell Fluttershy that. I bet she’d get a real kick out of it.”

“I don’t see why. That just seems like common sense,” Dusk countered. “Just because she has a fondness for animals, that doesn’t mean she’ll one-dimensionally respond positively to anything animal-related. She’s more than that.”

“Oh yeah? So, you wouldn’t go gaga if you found out she or the others had a list fetish like yours?” Barbara inquired.

Dusk turned his head and huffed. “I’m not even going to dignify that with a response… Also, do you hear something?”

“No, I feel it!” Barbara growled as she saw a dust cloud approaching, sending tremors through the dirt. “Stampede!” she growled, squaring her shoulders and lowering her head. The young drake could sprint short distances, but had little experience running otherwise. She wasn’t confident she could escape a sizeable herd of what appeared to be cows. However, since letting Dusk get trampled also wasn’t an option, the only choice was to stand her ground, inhale, and prepare her mightiest flaming roar. Then, just as the drake’s chest had inflated like a croaking frog, the dust cloud suddenly halted, settled, and the view became clear.

“Apple Jack?” Dusk questioned, watching his fiancé lasso the lead bovine. “What’s going on?”

“Sorry. Neighbor’s herd got spooked. Ah was in the area, so Ah decided ta help,” the farmer replied, petting the cow to settle it before seeing who else was there. “Good thing Ah did, too. Ya’ll might’ve scattered the herd ‘n sent ‘em everywhere.”

“Well, I wasn’t about to run from cows,” Barbara replied with indignant pride.

Apple Jack chuckled and yawned. “Well, Ah should get these babies back ta where they belong. Where you folks headed, anyhow?”

“Your place, and—are you okay?” Dusk inquired, leaning forward from Barbara’s back for a better look. “You look… off.”

“Well, Ah just wrangled a stampedin’ herd. Mah mane ain’t exactly in top form,” Apple Jack dismissed, fluffing her golden locks.

Deciding to not approach and risk spooking the cows again, Barbara leaned forward. “No, Dusk’s right. You’ve got bags under your eyes big enough to carry a colt.”

“What? No way.” Apple Jack vehemently shook her head, only to yawn again. “Ah… Ah’ve jus’ been workin’ a li’l harder than usual. Big Mac is out ‘f commission fer a bit, so Ah’ve been takin’ his share ‘f the work.”

“Big Mac said he wanted us to look at something,” Barbara whispered out of the corner of her mouth and gestured her head AJ’s way.

Nodding, Dusk dismounted his sister and approached the orange mare for a closer look. “Yes, definitely sleep-deprived.”

“Oh, shove it,” Apple Jack groaned, pushing hard enough against Dusk’s chest that she sent him skidding backward several yards, seemingly not even noticing as she yawned. “Ah jus gotta… gotta… What’re yawl doin’ out here again?”

After returning to his prior position, Dusk answered, “This was the day I scheduled to spend helping my fiancés, and now that it’s your turn, I think you might need a sleeping potion.”

Apple Jack rolled her eyes, lowered her head to be in the short stallion’s face and aggressively snorted. “Buck that. You got any idea how much work Ah gotta do?”

“Not a clue,” Dusk admitted. “Although, I know our other friends are mostly finished with their respective tasks. Maybe—”

“Ah. Don’t. Need. Help,” Apple Jack huffed, baring her teeth in an expression that was usually followed by soiling oneself after Barbara did her thing to anyone that threatened her stallion. Luckily, the drake still kept her distance.

Instead, Dusk merely planted a quick peck on AJ’s lips, shocking the wrath out of her face. “I never said you did. Although, maybe someone”—he said over his shoulder—“ought to check on the others while I scope things out at your place. You are on my list, after all.”

Drearily blinking in confusion, AJ eventually sighed in defeat and offered a shoulder for her stallion to climb. “Well, Ah guess that’s fine. Hop aboard.”

Dusk did, finding a comfy spot near the orange mare’s shoulders that enabled him to hold her head. He then wiggled his butt atop the farmer’s back in the way he knew generally made mares happy. “Alright, onward,” he declared before sharing one last nod with Barb.

The drake disappeared back into town, leaving the ponies to handle the cows.

“So, you’re working extra hard to cover for Big Macintosh?”

“E’yup,” Apple Jack replied.

“Your current exhaustion suggests this is a hefty amount of labor. That’s quite unusual for a stallion of any age, even an earth pony,” Dusk noted.

“He’s got legs, so he uses ‘em,” Apple Jack matter-of-factly replied, seemingly moving on autopilot as she led the cows. “Bein’ a stallion ain’t no excuse fer a free ride.” She then looked at the purple unicorn, smiled, and winked. “Unless they’re cute enough.”

Dusk blushed. “W-well, er… If it’s not too personal, how was Big Macintosh injured?”

“Foursome,” Apple Jack plainly blurted.

“A f-foursome?” Dusk stammered, shocked by the upfront admission.

AJ chuckled. “Yeah, but he ain’t likely ta tell ya. Dern fool don’t like admittin’ he’s a glass canon. Boy’s hooves can crack a tree in two if he ain’t careful, but he can’t take a hit ta save his life.”

“Even so, most mares are usually mindful of how delicate some stallions are that it’s insulting,” Dusk remarked. “Just what was happening that resulted in him being injured?”

“He won’t say. Proud li’l dummy. Ah’m mostly speakin’ from experience, but Ah don’t know fer sure,” Apple Jack replied. Finally, they reached the cattle’s owner, and the mares exchanged pleasantries, leaving Dusk mostly ignored until AJ set off for home. It was just the two of them now. “Yer fidgetin’.”

“I… yes. It just now occurred to me that we’re all alone.”

“Ya mean ya don’t have Barb to look out fer ya,” Apple Jack deduced.

“… that too.”

“Don’t tell me ya think Ah’ll gobble ya up again when the others ain’t even got a turn yet. That’s a headache Ah’d rather not deal with,” she dismissed.

Dusk nodded. “That’s exactly what I told Barb. Your manners and background would never allow you to break protocol like that.”

“Implyin’ ya know there’re mares in our herd that’d definitely take advantage of ya right now,” Apple Jack inferred.

“Y-yes…”

“Not to mention, we’re kinda in a honeymoon phase, but sure enough, we’ll reach a point where we don’t keep track of who’s done what,” Apple Jack continued. “Meanin’ Ah’ll be free to help mahself ta ya whenever yer in reach. How’s that make ya feel?” she asked. Apparently, teasing her stallion helped replenish the exhausted mare’s energy. “Feels warmer ta me.”

Dusk crossed his legs and adjusted his position to keep his genitals off the mare. “W-well, I think I’d prefer sticking to a schedule as much as possible.”

“Cuz you’ve got a fetish fer schedules ‘n lists?”

“Wh-what? No! Did Barb tell you that? She’s just making stuff up to tease me.”

“Maybe, but Ah guessed that, mahself. Ya ain’t hard to figure out, Dusky.”

Dusk sulked as the arch to Sweet Apple Acres came into view.

“Hehe, yer cute when ya pout,” Apple Jack stated as she crossed the threshold, only to realize something. “Say, why’d ya send Barb away, anyhow? Ah appreciate that ya trust me, but what’s she doin’ without ya?”

“Incommiiiiing!” Rainbow screamed while whizzing inches above the pair’s heads.

“Gah! Son of a—Rainbow!?” Apple Jack exclaimed. “What in tarnation are you doin’ here? We ain’t got horseshoes fer… later?” she stated, sounding uncertain as her tired brain struggled to recall the precise date.

Rainbow beamed as she hovered nearby. “Well, if you must know, I was invited. We all were.”

“All?” AJ faced the entrance, finding the three remaining mares and the drake crossing onto her land like they owned the place. Barbara met the farmer’s gaze with a smug challenge, daring the orange mare to tell her to leave. Instead, AJ’s eyes fell onto Dusk as he tried averting his gaze to look innocent. “What’d you do?”

“Goodness, you really do look tired,” Fluttershy assessed, getting inches from AJ’s face to see the mare’s disheveled state. “When’s the last time you slept?”

AJ shook an irate hoof in the yellow mare’s general direction, missing by a whole yard. “Agh, ain’t none ‘f yer busy-nass.”

“Hehe, that long, huh?” Pinkie asked.

“Goodness, darling. Just look at the state of this place.” Rarity stood near a clutch of buckets arranged under trees. Some were upside-down, others had spilled half their contents, a couple were just fine, and one was on top of the tree. “You really need some—”

“Ah don’t need help!” Apple Jack angrily shot back, moving so suddenly that she lost her balance and fell to the ground. “Ow…”

“I vehemently disagree,” Dusk stated, now sitting on AJ’s side.

“Well, who asked ya?” Apple Jack grunted, still in the dirt. “This is mah farm, makin’ it mah problem.”

“Darling, be reasonable,” Rarity countered. “We’re your fiancés, meaning we’re to be a herd someday. That means helping each other in times of need.”

“AJ, I know you’re probably tempted to show off how big and tough you are for Dusk, but I’m pretty sure he already knows,” Fluttershy reminded.

“It’s true,” Dusk confirmed. “Even like this, I’m pretty sure she could kick my ass if she put her mind to it.

“Exactly,” Fluttershy agreed, only to bashfully backtrack. “I mean about him understanding and not thinking less of you for being in over your head. You shouldn’t ever kick a stallion’s—er—butt under any circumstances.”

“Heh, unless it’s your brother, right?” Rainbow chuckled, casually swimming on her back through the air as Fluttershy did not protest. “Quit being such a stick in the mud, AJ. If you saw any of us looking like you do now, you’d probably tie us to the nearest bed ‘til we got some much-needed zees. And if we had a rope strong enough, I’d do that right now. Instead, how about letting the ponies and dragon who love you lend some help?”

Rarity’s mane bounced as she looked around. “Pinkie, don’t you have anything to… say?” she asked, finally spying the pink mare kicking a tree and carrying buckets full of apples on her back.

“What? She’s gonna give in eventually. Might as well get started. Besides, I don’t want Granny Smith yelling at us for being lazy and leaving a mess.”

“Good points all around,” Dusk noted. “Barb, did you have anything to add?”

“I kinda liked Rainbow’s rope idea. How about I sit on her so she can say she didn’t let us help? We forced it on her,” the drake explained with a toothy grin.

“Ugh, no, that ain’t necessary,” Apple Jack groaned. “You’re all right. Ain’t no way Ah can do this on mah own, so… p-please help.”

“Literally already started!” Pinkie called.

And the mares, stallion, and drake did their part to finish harvesting the field. Pinkie, Fluttershy, and Rarity carried the buckets to the cart, which Barbara pulled at record speeds to and from the storage area. Rainbow got a kick out of harvesting apples the earth pony way, while Dusk flexed his magic by levitating apples from a dozen trees at a time. Together, they finished a week’s worth of work before sunset. Meanwhile, AJ got some much deserved rest, including some bonus cuddle time with Dusk afterward. Luckily, her grip was relaxed enough for the stallion to dictate a letter.

Dear Queen Celestia

Apple Jack is a stubborn ass in the best sense of the term. It seems I’m not the only one making lists to help others with their various tasks (which the little freak finds totally hot, by the way :p). However, this proud mare has had trouble accepting help from others. Luckily, she appears to have accepted our feelings to return the favor, enabling us to pick up the slack. I rather enjoy the prospect of ongoing manual labor (even though I’m a dork who uses magic every time). However, I mostly enjoy the sensation that comes from helping a friend I dearly care for, and I think that’s at the heart of any true friendship: a desire to help and a willingness to accept help.

Your Faithful Student

And his helpful editor

Dusk Shine

***

Later, at Canterlot Castle…

“Shiny, are you crying?” Cadence asked, pressing her nose into her fiancé’s cheek as he attempted to pull away.

“N-no. Shut up,” Shining profusely denied, keeping his face away from view. “I’m not proud of my little brother for finally stepping out of his shell at all.” Suddenly, a pink hoof wrapped around the little guy’s barrel and pulled him close, followed by a pink nose nuzzling his neck.

“We’re all proud of Dusk, Shiny,” Cadence lovingly cooed.

“So, these friendship letters are to be an ongoing feature?” Luna inquired. “To what end?”

Celestia shrugged. “Honestly, no idea. I just know they’re going to be important eventually.”

Luna rolled her eyes. “Thine premonitions art ever an aggravation.”

Author's Note

It took me longer than I liked, but I finally finished this installment. It definitely could have turned out better, especially with how I cut all of AJ’s bungles while helping the others. I also feel like I’m giving too much attention to AJ in general. Hopefully, I can remedy that the next time around as the spotlight shifts to other ponies in the herd. Now, I just have to decide how to handle these additional characters.

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