"Robot Lover"

Written By: Artemis

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties. I make no money with this fic.

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: Romance, Angst, Humor

Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4, 13x6, 5xR

Note: My initial inspiration for this story came from the live drama series "Zettai Kareshi" (Absolute Boyfriend) based on the manga by Yuu Watase.

Summary: Heero Yuy risks his job for a chance at love when Duo Maxwell orders an Ideal Lover robot from his company.

First place winner in the 2010 Moments of Rapture long fic category!

"Robot Lover"

Level Four

Duo couldn't believe he was awake. It was 5:45 a.m., and they had made love all night.

Could it be called making love when your partner was a robot? He turned his head on the pillow to gaze at the sleeping form next to him. Heero was deep asleep or was he merely simulating sleep? Had he simulated sex?

No, that was real, Duo thought.

Why was he doubting things now? It had been the most incredible night of his life. He had taken Heero twice, and a couple of hours later, Heero had taken him. He had fucked and been fucked by a robot, and it had been fantastic. Kinky and strange maybe, but fantastic.

Heero had seemed to read his thoughts. He knew what Duo wanted and how he liked it, but there was nothing automatic about it. There was chemistry between them. Duo didn't know how that was possible even with millions of dollars of technology behind those pretty blue eyes. He was sure he felt a connection, a synergy that could only be described as chemistry.

He marveled at the physical beauty of the lover lying next to him. He watched the rise and fall of his chest. The even breaths as he slept. The warm glow of his skin in the morning light, and the soft definition of dark lashes on his face. He was so humanlike that at times Duo forgot about the wires and circuitry underneath the synthetic epidermis. He forgot that those piercing blue eyes were molded glass connected to a visual sensory program. Somehow it hadn't mattered when those eyes had locked on his as their bodies had joined in pleasure. Duo wanted to believe this was perfect. It was so close to perfect.

Heero stirred, and Duo placed a hand on his lover's stomach, rubbing his thumb over it. The blue eyes opened and Duo felt his heart melt.

"Morning," Heero said.

Duo smiled. "Morning, Robot Heero."

Heero's brow furrowed. "Are you still okay with that? Me being a robot?"

"After last night?" Duo laughed. "I'm amazed by it. But honestly, I kind of forgot about it when we were going at it."

"You did?"

"Yeah." Duo saw the tiny grin on Heero's lips and knew the comment pleased him. He wondered why a robot would want to be considered anything but a robot.

The incessant beep, beep of Duo's alarm nearly jolted him from the bed. He frantically reached over to turn it off. It was six o'clock and time to think about getting ready for work.

"Damn," Duo said.

Heero put his arm around Duo's middle and snuggled close. "You need to work today?"

"Yeah," he said with a long sigh. He couldn't remember a time when he had wanted to skip going into the office to be with someone. The thought of getting up and leaving Heero alone all day made Duo ache with a feeling he couldn't describe. "I should just call Hilde and have her handle things."

"Can you do that?"

Duo turned his head to Heero. "I've never done it before, but I am the boss."

"I don't want to keep you from anything important."

Duo thought about what could be more important than getting to know Heero better. It was Friday, the courts were closed, and Hilde was more than capable of handling things at the office. "Nope, I'm gonna do it." He sat up and reached for the phone.

"Isn't it early to be calling?"

"Hilde's an early riser. Likes to workout in the morning." Her number was on his speed dial. Her phone rang five times.

"Yeah?" Hilde asked.

"Good morning to you, too." He could hear her breathing. "Are you on the treadmill?"

"5.0 speed, 2% incline." Her speech was a little ragged.

"Call me back when you're done."

"Okay." Click.

"I told you it was early," Heero said.

Duo set the phone down and snuggled back into Heero's arms. He breathed him in. It was like an elixir filling his lungs. "How can you smell so good?"

"Should I smell differently?"

"No." He took another deep breath of Heero and wondered if the robots were programmed to emit pheromones. "Don't stop. I like it."

They lay there warm and half dozing about twenty minutes before the phone rang. Duo slowly reached for it, checking the caller ID before answering. "Hey, Hil. Done with your workout?"

"Am I supposed to be at work earlier today?"

"No, but I do have a favor to ask."

"Mocha latté with skim no whip?"

"Ha-ha. Actually, it's a bigger favor. Could you handle things if I didn't come into the office?"

"I guess so. Sure. What's up?"

"I've got some…" He looked to Heero. "…errands that can't wait."

"Oh, my God, you're lying to me!"

Duo winced. It wasn't his style to lie, stretching the truth once in awhile sure, but lying made his skin prickle. "Okay, you caught me." He sat up fully and turned away from Heero, covering the phone's mouthpiece with his hand. "I kind of have a new boyfriend."

"What? Is he there with you now?"

"Hil, can you do this for me or not?" There was a long pause. "Please, Hil, this is important."

"Well, you've never asked before."

"Then you'll do it?"

"Only if you'll bring him by to meet me."

"Maybe over the weekend, but not today, okay?"

"Sure, Duo. Have fun and don't get hurt."

"Thanks, Hil." He hung up and took a breath. She couldn't know that things were different this time or that his new boyfriend was programmed to treat him right. He looked over his shoulder at Heero. "Shower?"

He should've asked, "Wet, soapy sex?" because that's what he got. The shower turned into a fuck fest with Duo's legs wrapped around Heero's waist and his back pressed against the tiled wall as Heero pounded inside him. He had never been much of a bottom, but with Heero… damn. His libido raged and the robot's, too, but Heero was built for sex. God was he ever.

Over an hour later, after actually showering, they toweled off and dressed. He found a pair of jeans and a dress shirt for Heero. Everything was a bit tight on his new lover, delectably so. Heero was just that tad larger than Duo across the shoulders, and slightly taller, and had bigger feet, too. Cough. Duo cuffed the jeans to conceal that they were too short, paired them with an oversized shirt worn untucked, and flip-flops, and Heero looked like he was heading to the beach. It would do until the stores opened later that morning. Duo dressed in stonewashed jeans, and a crisp blue Calvin Klein dress shirt and black boots.

They drove downtown in his black Audi convertible to an English bakery for a breakfast of chocolate chip scones and coffee. Duo worried that they'd run into someone he knew, but no one would know that Heero was a robot. That was the beauty of the program. Only Duo knew.

They sat close to one another at a small round table, bumping knees playfully while talking about cars and auto racing. The conversation was easy and fluid, like they'd known each other for years. Maybe the sex had loosened things up between them or maybe it was just brilliant programming.

After breakfast, they walked down the block to the shopping district. Heero was resistant to the idea of Duo paying for his wardrobe. He insisted he would pay Duo back one day, and Duo shook his head and laughed. As if a robot could get a job and make a living. It took some convincing, but Heero finally let Duo buy him some basics like jeans, t-shirts and underwear. This was the warm-up to the main event. Heero would need something nicer if they were going to spend a night on the town.

"Armani?" Heero stared at the store's display window.

"You need a suit."

"Duo, that's too much."

"Let me be the judge of that." He hooked his arm with Heero's and pulled him into the store.

The clerks recognized him, even though he hadn't been in the shop for several months. But now he had a reason.

"Mr. Maxwell," the floor manager said. "It's good to see you."

"Thanks, Maurice. I brought a friend today. Do you think you can help us find a suit or two?"

"It'd be my pleasure. Would you care to look around the store first?"

"We would."

"I'll set aside one of the private dressing rooms, and Steffen will carry your selections for you." Maurice snapped his fingers and Steffen came running.

"Thank you," Duo said.

Heero pulled Duo aside. "I don't want you to do this. Can't we shop at The Gap?"

"Look around. These are beautiful clothes. I want the best for you."

Heero's brow furrowed again. It had been doing that a lot.

"Don't worry, you don't have to pay me back," Duo said.

Just then Steffen came over. "Can I show you our new summer sailing collection?"

"Of course." Duo smiled and tugged on Heero's sleeve.

In moments, Steffen had his arms full of stunning silk-cotton blend shirts and pants, shoes and accessories. They made their way into the private dressing room where champagne was poured and a selection of suits was brought out for viewing. They chose a charcoal gray suit for Heero and his measurements were taken. The suit would be tailored and delivered that afternoon.

Before they left, Heero was dressed in head to toe Armani—casual, yet spectacular in gray pinstriped pants, a lightweight white pullover sweater, and canvas lace-up shoes. Duo was bursting with happiness. He had never been so eager to spend his money on anyone, and Heero looked good in absolutely everything.

At the cash register, Julianna and Steffen wrapped their purchases in tissue and took Duo's payment. The bags were handed to Heero while Duo signed the credit card slip for $4,398.27. It was almost half the amount of his down payment on his Ideal Lover, and he didn't give a rat's ass. It felt glorious to indulge.

"Duo?"

Duo looked up at the sound of the familiar yet out of place voice, to see Quatre staring at him. His friend had the most perplexed expression on his face, and Duo had a feeling he knew why. He gulped as the blood drained from his face. "Hey, Quatre."

"You're not working today?"

"I decided to go shopping."

Quatre looked to Heero and the multiple bags he was holding. "I don't think we've met."

Leave it to Quatre to be forthright.

"Ah, yeah, Quatre, this is Heero Yuy. Heero this is Quatre Winner."

Quatre held out his hand, and Heero managed to grasp it in greeting while hugging the bags.

"Nice to meet you," Heero said.

"Likewise." Quatre's long appraisal of Heero continued. "Is there a sale I should know about?"

"Duo went a little overboard," Heero said.

"Are you one of Duo's clients?"

"No…"

"Quatre, I would love to chat, but we have to get going." Duo pushed Heero towards the door and waved at his friend as they went. He didn't stop propelling Heero along until they were halfway down the street.

"Is he a friend of yours?" Heero asked.

"He's my best friend," Duo admitted sheepishly.

"Then why did you—?"

"Before you leap to conclusions, I just didn't want to get into it with him right now. He knows I have bad luck with guys."

"And he doesn't know that you bought a robot."

Duo shook his head. "I tried talking to him about it, but he was against it."

"He doesn't have to know."

"Right, but he's the last person I want to keep secrets from. He just caught me off guard. I'll tell him later."

"Maybe his reaction won't be as bad as you think."

"Oh, it will," Duo said, frowning.

Heero set the bags on the sidewalk and put an arm around Duo's shoulders. "Sometimes best friends can be the most protective. He'll come 'round."

Duo stared into Heero's face, marveling at how good it felt to have this man—this robot—comfort him. "Thanks."

"No problem." Heero grinned. He picked up the bags, and Duo took a couple from him.

"Hey, how about lunch?" Duo asked. "I know a terrific tapas bar with a view of the river."

"Perfect."

And in Duo's mind, it was.

Late that afternoon, Duo and his new lover returned to his apartment to drop off their purchases and regroup before their first big evening on the town. Any thoughts of hanging up Heero's new clothes evaporated the minute they set the bags down. They were in each other's arms, pulling off each other's clothes, and making their way to Duo's bed.

Fucking Heero had become Duo's favorite hobby. It seemed impossible to get enough of him, and Heero was willing in so many ways. He knew when Duo wanted to top, and when Duo needed to bottom. This afternoon, beneath the silk comforter, Duo started on top claiming his lover's beautiful body and exploring all he could. The tables turned for the next round, and he eagerly raised his bum to let Heero claim him.

This was easily the most sex he had had in a 24-hour period. It was brilliant. He couldn't imagine wanting anyone else. Ever again. Heero was that good.

"I gotta hand it to those guys at AR Industries," Duo said, still breathing a little heavy after his climax. "I am so attracted to you. How do they do it?"

Heero lay next to him, his chest glistening with sweat. "The program is based on many factors."

"And they hit every one on the head!" Duo smiled as he looked over at Heero, and flicked the end of his braid under his lover's nose. "Is it that good for you?"

Heero gave a slow, sated smile. "Yes." His voice was low like a purr, and Duo let the sound hum across his skin.

He still wasn't sure how Trowa and his team had hit this grand slam, and right now, he didn't care.

They slept until the phone rang. It was Grace calling to say that Duo had a delivery from Armani. Duo dragged himself from bed, threw on his clothes from earlier, and waited for Grace to bring up the suit. She was all grins.

"Thanks," he said, standing in the doorway.

She handed over the covered suit on its hanger and stood on her tiptoes, trying to peer into his apartment.

"Looking for something?"

"Oh, I just wondered…"

"Yes?"

"Who was that cute guy?"

"A friend."

She tilted her head. "Taken?"

"Very." He stepped back. "Thanks again, Grace." And closed the door.

Heero was standing in the kitchen dressed only in form fitting briefs. "I'm taken?"

"Hell, yeah." Duo left the suit over the back of a chair and sauntered into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Heero's waist. "I have the urge to show you off. How about I wine and dine you at the best seafood restaurant in town?"

"Sounds expensive, but I think there's no stopping you."

"You got that right." Duo nuzzled Heero's neck and indulged in his lover's enticing scent. "You could make a million if you bottled this."

"Hmm?"

"You…" Duo said, kissing Heero's jaw line. "You smell incredible."

"Only to you."

Scent was a powerful factor in the enjoyment of life and it shouldn't have surprised him that AR Industries developed great smelling robots. Duo didn't remember anything in the promotional materials about pheromone oozing-robots, and Otto hadn't had an obvious scent, but maybe it was only activated for the client.

He reluctantly unwrapped himself from Heero to grab the phone book from a drawer. He made the reservation for eight o'clock to give them a relaxing afternoon, which they spent on the couch watching movies.

That evening, Duo dressed in a black suit by Michael Kors. He'd bought it the previous summer, but never had an occasion to wear it. It was classically styled and a good match for Heero's dark charcoal Giorgio Armani. They each wore silk ties by Louis Vuitton. Duo wasn't a fashion snob, but expensive clothes were worth every penny. They felt great and fit so much better on his lean form. On most days, business casual sufficed, but if he had a meeting at Winner Tower, he tossed a designer suit jacket in the backseat of his car to keep up appearances for Quatre.

At Chez Poisson, the mâitre'd seated them on the second tier with an amazing view of the city by night.

"You look amazing in that suit," Duo said. He couldn't take his eyes off Heero, even to admire the cityscape. The candlelight from the votives only made him more handsome.

"It's a great suit. Thank you."

Duo smiled. "Now are you glad I dragged you into Armani?"

"Yes, but not because you bought me some beautiful clothes."

"Then why?"

"It made you happy. I like seeing that smile on your face."

Duo's cheeks warmed. Damn, but Heero knew all the right things to say. Again, he didn't care about the programming and the science behind it. Heero was everything he had ever wanted in a boyfriend.

"I got cold feet just before you arrived." Duo gave a lopsided smile. "I'm sure glad I didn't back out."

"I'm glad you didn't, too." Heero grinned.

For dinner they enjoyed spinach salad, crab cakes, lobster, double baked potatoes, asparagus, and a bottle of white wine from the Loire region of France. They split a dessert trio of flourless chocolate cake, coconut sorbet, and chocolate covered strawberries, while they sipped café lattés.

The conversation ebbed and flowed with each course, and covered everything from the downtown refurbishment to favorite Star Trek captains and Duo's story of how he got into law school.

"Sometimes all it takes is the determination of one person to change your life," he said.

Heero nodded in agreement.

Duo had finally had his fill and patted his belly. "Man, am I full."

"That was a wonderful meal. Is this where you normally bring your dates?"

The question was tinged in jealousy, but just a sliver. It was exactly how Duo had answered the evaluation. He wanted his Ideal Lover to be a little jealous. He tried to suppress a grin. He couldn't remember the last time a guy had gotten jealous over him.

"There's nothing normal about it. You're the first date I've brought here. The few other times were with Quatre."

"Have you two… ever?"

When Duo realized what Heero was asking, he laughed. "No! We're great friends, but Quatre is way too controlling for me. He needs someone who likes the whip."

Heero chuckled. "I didn't get that impression from him today."

"Get to know him better and you will."

They left the restaurant and took the walkway along the river. The cool evening and lamplight reflecting on the water was romantic, but there were too many people to do more than hold hands. That touch of hands with fingers entwined made Duo's heart beat faster. Maybe it shouldn't. After all, under Heero's pretty façade was just a bundle of wires, but Duo couldn't stop himself from feeling more. In just a couple of days, he had gone from being lonely and miserable to having an idyllic relationship like that couple in the commercial. His new boyfriend was everything he had dreamed and more. What could possibly be wrong with that?

They made slow, sweet love that night, and the next morning took their time waking. By noon they had managed to get out of bed, showered and dress, and in Duo's car for a ride in the country. Lunch was a meatloaf sandwich and slice of cherry pie at a roadside diner. They bought tomatoes and corn on the cob at a farmstand, and snickered like twelve year-olds at the size of the cucumbers.

Heading home, they stopped at the Museum of Tiny Things, which turned out to be some old guy's collection of thimbles and assorted doll house furniture. Duo knew this day of spontaneous fun was only possible because it was Heero at his side. Only a robot designed to please would have tolerated such quirky delights. Heero certainly put the androids in sci-fi movies to shame, but more and more Duo looked at Heero as his lover, helpmate, and dare he think it, friend.

Back home early that evening, they decided to stay in and make supper. Duo's cupboards were sparsely stocked with dry pasta, sardines, and tomato paste.

"Isn't there a grocery store around the corner?" Heero asked.

"Yeah, we can run down there."

"I know an easy recipe for chicken francese."

"Great." Duo smiled.

Just then the door's buzzer rang.

"I'm not expecting anyone." He went to the door and looked through the peephole, and saw the familiar yellow blond hair of his friend. "Oh, no."

"What is it?"

"It's Quatre."

"So, let him in."

"I'm not ready for this."

"Duo, he's being a good friend checking on you."

Duo leveled an exasperated gaze on Heero. Well, the longer he waited to confess the harder it would be. Quatre had already sent him five text messages. He turned the deadbolt and smiled as he opened the door. "Hey."

"I didn't hear from you." Quatre breezed into the apartment only to stop ten paces in. "Oh, you have company."

"Uh, yeah. Heero's here." Duo closed the door and stepped next to Quatre. "We were just planning dinner."

Heero nodded to Quatre. "Nice to see you again."

Quatre nodded back, but didn't say anything. He seemed surprisingly unsure of himself. He turned to Duo. "I'm intruding…"

"It's all right," Heero said. "Duo was just saying he wanted to speak with you."

"He did?"

"That's right," Duo said, quickly. "I kept meaning to call…"

"Well, you usually do. That's why I was concerned when I didn't hear from you."

Quatre's eyes kept settling on Heero like he was trying to sort something out. It was time for Duo to come clean and tell his best friend the news.

"Let's have a glass of wine," Duo said, giving Quatre a nudge towards the kitchen.

Heero caught Duo by the sleeve and tugged him back towards the door. He lowered his voice. "I can go to the store and leave you to talk."

"You don't mind?"

"Not at all."

"That's thoughtful of you."

"It's probably best if I'm not here for your chat."

Duo nodded and took his wallet from his back pocket. He handed over several $20 bills. "Get whatever we need for chicken francese, and just in case Quatre stays get enough for a guest, too."

Heero nodded and kissed Duo's cheek before heading out the door. When Duo turned back around, Quatre was staring at him with his mouth open.

"How about that glass of wine?" Duo stepped into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of rosé from the wine rack.

"And you wonder why they take advantage of you," Quatre said as he got the glasses from the cupboard.

"What do you mean?"

"You're far too generous with men you barely know. You just handed him 80 dollars."

"Well, he didn't have any money—"

"He's wearing an Izod polo shirt, Calvin Klein jeans and Armani canvas shoes and he doesn't have money?" Leave it to Quatre to notice the details. "I suppose you bought him those clothes, too?"

Duo gulped. "Well—"

"How long have you known him? A few days? It can't be more than that since you weren't seeing anyone when we had dinner last week."

Duo poured the wine and handed his friend a glass. "Let's talk in the living room."

As they stepped into the room, Quatre noticed the big silver crate in the corner. Duo hadn't gotten around to calling for the pick-up, and had tucked it as much out of the way as possible.

"AR Industries," Quatre said, reading the crate's label as he sipped on his wine. "That sounds so… industrial. What did you buy?"

He was surprised that Quatre didn't recognize the name. It had been on the Ideal Lover brochure he'd shown him, but this brief reprieve was good. Duo needed a moment more to gather his thoughts.

"I invested in my future," Duo said, enthusiastically.

"Oh?"

He gestured to the couch. Quatre took a seat at one end, and Duo at the other.

"I feel like you're hiding something from me," Quatre said. His tone was inquisitive, not accusatory.

"Hiding in plain sight." Duo chuckled. "Remember that brochure I showed you at dinner?"

Quatre gave a snort and took another sip of wine. "That again?"

"Well, I did it."

"Did what?"

"I went to AR Industries and signed-up for their Ideal Lover Program." He flashed a brilliant smile, trying to dazzle his friend into acquiescence.

"Duo, no." Quatre shook his head. "You did not."

"Yep, I did. I bought a robot."

The glass tumbled from Quatre's hand and onto the floor, spilling the wine on the rug. He sat frozen and dumbfounded.

Duo reached over and patted his knee. "You okay?"

"That man is a robot?"

"Well, technically, yes, Heero is a robot, but I think Ideal Lover is more accurate." Duo got up from the couch to retrieve a towel in the kitchen. "Best looking guy you ever saw, right?" he asked from the other room. He knew better than to treat this conversation too lightly, but humor had always been his best defense.

When he returned to the living room, Quatre was standing with his hands clenched at his sides. "What happened to looking for Mr. Right?" Quatre's face was turning red. "What happened to your dream of finding someone who would love you and respect you?"

Duo dropped the towel on the floor and stepped on it to absorb the wine while considering his answer. "I got tired of waiting, and tired of my bad choices." He looked to his friend. "As far as I can tell, Heero is my Mr. Right."

"You can't possibly believe that. A robot is no substitute for human love and companionship."

"Yeah? Well, I think it is an acceptable substitute. Heero's been doing a hell of a job."

"He's a robot, Duo! He's programmed with your likes and dislikes. He'll do whatever pleases you. Is that what you want? A fake relationship?"

"It seems pretty real to me, and I haven't been this happy… ever." Duo's brow furrowed. Moments ago his world had been so perfect. He and Heero had shared a fun day and we're planning supper, all things that real couples did. Now Quatre was saying that his happiness was an illusion? That he couldn't possibly be happy sharing a life with a robot? "It's only been a couple of days…" Duo started to say. He had to talk this through. He had to convince his friend that he knew what he was doing. "Heero arrived in that crate and it was a bit like science fiction, but I've found myself forgetting that he's a robot. He's treated me better than anyone ever has."

Quatre laid a hand on Duo's arm. "That's because it's what you want."

"Well, I've wanted that before and it never happened. So what if he's not human as long as I'm happy?"

"Oh, Duo…" Quatre frowned. "I'm sorry you've been hurt in the past, but this isn't the answer. You're cheating yourself."

Duo pulled his arm away. "I know what you're saying, Quatre, because I've thought the same things, but I feel like I've made a connection with Heero. Call it a perverted side effect of having sex with a robot, but that connection feels very real to me."

"You've already had sex?" Quatre asked, his body quivering. "It's a one-sided relationship. Can you live with that?"

It didn't feel one-sided. Was he as delusional as Quatre was implying?

"For now, I think I can." Duo plopped down on the couch and put his head in his hands. He knew that Quatre would be a hard sell, but his concerns were making Duo second guess himself. He had to remember what had brought him to this point. He was lonely and people took advantage of him. If having a robot was the only way around that, was that so bad? "Quatre," he said, softly, looking up at his friend. "Please sit down."

Quatre nodded and sat on the cushion next to Duo. He took Duo's hand and squeezed it. "I know you're not happy with me right now."

Duo shook his head. "Maybe you're right and I'm just playing a game with myself. But what if you're wrong and I can have a meaningful relationship with him?"

Quatre's frown appeared again at the corners of his mouth, but he kept silent.

"I feel a connection with Heero… You may think that's not right or wise, but I need you to support me in this."

"I don't want you to get hurt again."

"I appreciate that, but you've got to let me make my own mistakes. And hopefully this isn't one of them."

Quatre sighed and a grin slowly formed on his lips. "Okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, of course."

Duo smiled and ruffled Quatre's blond hair. "Thanks, buddy! I knew I could count on you."

"You can always count on me, but give me a little slack on this, okay? I mean… robot lovers? You're asking a lot of me."

Duo laughed. "Hey, stick around and have dinner with us."

"I shouldn't…"

"You afraid of robots?"

Quatre leveled a serious glare at him. "Winners are not afraid of anything."

"That's my boy." He gave Quatre a bit of a shove with his arm. "Let me get you another glass of wine. Heero should be back any minute."

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