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Author’s Note: I put embedded links to YouTube.com videos of the songs at the beginning of each song. There is also a song list at the end of this part. This way you can either listen to it while you are reading (most songs are pretty short 2-3 minutes) or at the end or not at all. As the song lyrics are in italics, I have separated them from my story by quote boxes to make it easier to tell what is song lyrics and what is inner thoughts. Enjoy.

Part 28

Part 29

Friday Evening (continued) – Lex Luthor’s Penthouse

Clark started pouring champagne into glasses as he heard the jazz band from Johnny’s Metro Club start to warm up.

It was only as Clark heard her voice that he glanced over at the stage and saw Lois. She had changed into an evening gown that hugged her curves, skintight to her hips, but then falling to the floor in waves. Deep maroon in color with shimmery beads zigzagging every which way across her body. Strapless, except for the silvery beaded straps rising from just above her chest up to her neck – Clark swallowed as he guessed – and down her back. There was no way she would ever fade into the background looking like that.

Lois turned her head slightly and caught his eye. A hint of a smile appeared on her lips. She was singing this song to him.

Clark returned her smile, broadening it. Yes, it had been raining that night he rescued her, hadn’t it?

He could feel his heart beating in his throat. How did he end up being the luckiest man on the planet – he would even venture – in the universe, having met Lois? There were a thousand places he could think of where he would rather be at that moment. All of them included Lois; none of them were where he was or what he was supposed to be doing.

Johnny clapped his hands once, breaking Clark out of his reverie. “Okay, baby cakes,” he told Lois. “You proved you can sing.” The man exhaled with a grin.

Yeah, I’d be grinning too if I were that man. Lois saved his ass from letting Lex Luthor down. And beautifully at that. Man, you are in love with a stunning woman, Kent.

“Clark!” snapped his father.

“Yeah, Dad?” inquired Clark with a start. He hadn’t even heard his father walk up.

“Don’t you think that glass is full enough?”

Clark glanced down at the glass he had been overflowing with champagne and pulled the champagne bottle upright. He picked up the dishtowel and started mopping up the excess.

“I take it Lois has arrived?” his Dad said, scanning Luthor’s great hall.

Clark nodded towards the stage when his father’s glance returned to him, confused.

“Oh, my goodness, Clark!” his father gasped, raising his hand to his chest.

“Yeah, Dad,” Clark agreed. “The singer stormed out. Lois offered to fill in.”

Jonathan turned away from Lois and focused his eyes onto his son’s, lowering his voice, “Your feet on the floor?”

Clark grinned like a lovesick teenager as his gaze caressed his girlfriend in that dress. “Yeah, Dad.”

Lois was talking to the band. He could hear them discussing a set list.

“I take it we won’t be seeing you at home later tonight, Clark?”

Clark swallowed and shifted his focus for a moment to his father. “I hope to God not, Dad.” Then he grinned happily.

She wasn’t the only who had gotten lucky in the rain. Clark sighed.

“Do you think until then, you could concentrate on the task at hand?” inquired his father.

Clark dragged his eyes off Lois and back to his Dad. “Yes, Sir.”

“Your mother and I would appreciate it, Son.” His father nodded, took one more look at Lois with a shake of his head. “We wouldn’t want to upset Luthor.”

“Yes, Sir,” Clark replied as he father returned to the kitchen.

Clark wiped off the glass of champagne that had overflowed and added it to a tray of champagne as the band struck up another song.

Jimmy walked up to take the tray off the counter. Instead, he just stood there and stared toward the stage.

“CK,” Jimmy finally said, picking up the tray. “Forget what I said earlier. For some strange reason, I doubt you’ll be mad at all.”

Clark furrowed his brow, wondering again to what his friend was referring.

Jimmy patted him on the shoulder. “I might be sorry, Man, but I seriously doubt you’ll be.” He shook his head in pity and moved on.

Clark’s eyes followed his friend for a moment before returning to the task at hand.

Clark allowed his eyes to pass over his stunning girlfriend again with another sigh. Suddenly a tall, well-dressed man blocked his view of Lois. It was Lex Luthor. His suit alone easily cost more than Lois had earned since starting at Daily Books. The Boss was talking to his personal assistant Mrs. Cox.

Luthor’s gaze shifted away from his assistant to Lois for a moment, and then a longer moment. Clark saw him notice and appreciate Lois before returning his attention to his employee. “I can see you have handled everything to my satisfaction, Mrs. Cox.”

“Thank you, Sir,” replied Mrs. Cox.

Clark watched Luthor walked up the stairs towards his private rooms. He paused at the railing overlooking the living room and Clark saw him gaze at Lois again.

Lois moved her hands up her cheeks and into the air on these words and rocked her hips slightly. Clark wondered if she was thinking about flying with him. He was certainly thinking about it.

The green-eyed monster inside of Clark told him to jump over the bar, take the billionaire by his lapels and dangle him off Lex Towers by his toenails until he promised to keep his greasy gaze off Clark’s girlfriend from that point onwards.

Instead, Clark rested his hands on the bar and took a deep breath. He only exhaled once Luthor nodded his approval of Lois again to himself and continued towards his private rooms. Clark did not like Luthor paying an ounce of attention to his girlfriend, but hated his own reaction to said attention even more.

Luckily, Lois’s gaze didn’t shift once towards the reclusive billionaire. Clark sighed with a contented smile. She was happy being Clark Kent’s girlfriend. Lois would be leaving that evening with him. It would be his arms she would be in when she went to bed that night. It would be his lips she kissed. It was him that she loved. And there was no satisfaction in the world better than knowing he had bested Luthor in this one thing. Lois’s love.

***

The party was in full swing mode. Guests milled about drinking champagne and nibbling off the trays of food being carried around. MJ’s Café outdid itself with the culinary delights and Clark had heard more than a few guests moan in pleasure after taking a bite of food. His Dad was taking point in the kitchen, plating out the food onto trays and managing from there. Clark was in charge of the bar and champagne service.

Lois’s voice, singing in the background, kept a smile on his lips the entire evening. Clark endured being so close to the man who had ruined so many lives of people he knew, knowing it was easier with Lois there to keep his mind partially focused on her. He had noticed Johnny Taylor rubbing his hands together at his good luck. Lois’s act had brought more class to Luthor’s party than Toots ever could.

Everything was running smoothly when Clark heard the distant sound of fire engines – lots of them. He sighed. He could tell they were heading towards Hob’s Bay… Suicide Slum. Had the Toasters struck again? He hoped he wasn’t too late. Clark flagged over one of their regular helpers to take over for him at the bar and popped into the kitchen to inform his Dad that he was ‘taking a break.’

Clark wasn’t sure where the best place to do his old switcheroo to Superman would be. Did Lex Luthor have surveillance cameras around his own home? Or up on the roof? There were too many guests to do it even on the balcony. So Clark found the stairwell and ran down to the street at top speed, changing on the way.

As Superman blasted into the air, he heard Lois’s voice, “Lola Dane and the Metro Jazz Band will now be taking a ten minute break.”

Superman paused as he came level with Luthor’s penthouse and caught a glimpse of his beautiful girlfriend at the microphone. He also saw Lex Luthor just coming down the main staircase. He turned towards the fire before Lois’s voice halted him.

“Lex Luthor, why haven’t you returned my calls?”

Luthor seemed momentarily startled by this announcement as was Clark. She had the attention of the entire room focused on her. Lois could never be a wallflower if she tried.

Lois has been calling Luthor? Why?

The billionaire approached Clark’s girlfriend. “I can assure you, I’ll never make that mistake again, Ms. Dane.” The man leered at her.

Ah, Flyboy, that wasn’t a leer. That was just a smile. He is surrounded by all his friends.

Clark wasn’t going to change his assessment of the expression on the man’s face. Luthor took her hand in his as he escorted her off the stage.

“Lois Lane, Mr. Luthor,” Lois introduced herself, murmuring loud enough for only Luthor and himself to hear, and not using her alias either, Clark noticed with chagrin. “I’ve been trying to reach you all week.”

The sirens pulled him to the other side of town, yet Lois with Luthor tugged him to remain. Lois caught sight of him out the window and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. He would ask Lois about this conversation later. For now, he would have to just trust her. The people of Suicide Slum needed him. Superman exhaled and flew over to where he saw the billows of smoke rising into the night’s sky.

***

A few minutes earlier...

“Lola Dane and the Metro Jazz Band will now be taking a ten minute break,” Lois said into the microphone, wishing it would have been a half-hour break. It had been years since she had sung so many songs in a row and she could use a drink of water. The dress she had picked out of Johnny’s assortment of costumes seemed to have done the trick. Clark had practically poured an entire bottle of champagne into one glass after seeing her warm-up number, so he must approve.

Why had he been so surprised that you cleaned up nice? If he had gotten his act together and taken you on a real date before now, he could have seen gorgeous Lois before this moment.

As Lois went to switch off the microphone, her eyes caught the movement of a tall, well-dressed man coming down the stairs. It was the same man she had noticed walking through the room earlier while she was warming up. The man who had admired her singing. Now, he wore in tailored tuxedo and seemed to be garnering the attention of everyone he passed.

Ah, the reclusive billionaire. Go ahead, Lois, you aren’t going to get another chance like this one!

“Lex Luthor, why haven’t you returned my calls?” she said into the microphone, her eyes staring into his. She had only wanted to draw his focus to her but she had gotten everyone else’s as well.

Ooops.

A debonair smile graced the rich man’s lips as he approached her. “I can assure you, I’ll never make that mistake again, Ms. Dane.” Lex Luthor took hold of her hand and escorted her off the stage.

Wow. Lex Luthor knows your name! Oh, wait. That’s not your name.

“Lois Lane, Mr. Luthor,” Lois introduced herself, murmuring loud enough for the two of them to hear. She didn’t need to attract more attention than she already had. “I’ve been trying to reach you all week.” Suddenly, a flash of red cape caught her attention outside the window.

Clark! Was he spying on her again?

Lois caught her boyfriend’s eye over Luthor’s shoulder, asking him with her mind and her expression: what he was doing? She wondered who he trusted less – Luthor or her? Superman nodded at her and then disappeared in a streak. There must have been an emergency; otherwise, he wouldn’t have left the party.

Luthor followed her gaze out the window. “Boyfriend troubles, Ms. Lane?” he inquired, partly in jest.

Had he seen Superman? Or was he just guessing? Obviously he knew the rumors between her and the Man in Blue.

Lois focused her attention back on the billionaire. “No. Why do you ask?”

“It looked like you saw something out my window. And out that window there is nothing but the Metropolis skyline,” said Luthor.

“Just admiring the view,” Lois lied. She was tired of discussing her relationship with Superman and therefore dodged the topic entirely.

It wasn’t entirely a lie, Lois. You love Clark in the skintight blue suit. He does make a nice view in the night’s sky.

Luthor held out his arm. “Actually, I have a much better view out my office window.”

No, I think Clark’s flown off already.

Lois rested her hand on Luthor’s arm as they walked to his office. He had many books and antiques lining the shelves of his office, but she was drawn to the glass French doors behind his desk. “Exquisite,” she murmured, admiring the view. It was almost as nice as flying with Clark. Almost. Now that she had Luthor’s attention and privacy, Lois wasn’t quite sure how to bring up the topic of Tempus.

“You are a woman of many talents,” said Luthor, drawing closer to her.

“Am I?” she inquired, turning from the window.

This man doesn’t know you from Eve. That’s quite an assumption.

“Singing. Writing. And getting the attention of unique men,” he responded with a slight chuckle to his voice. He picked up a remote from his desk and pushed a button. The doors to the balcony glided open. The cool night air encircled her, causing her to shiver as they stepped outside.

Boastful. This man thinks he’s in the same league as Clark? Ha! And who has a remote control for their French doors? Please!

Lois pressed her lips together. She wanted to tell Luthor that she could garner the praise of many men, not just the unique ones, but she needed to stay on his good side. She had a rare one-on-one opportunity with the man and she better not squander it. “I am also an employee of Lexco.”

If Luthor was surprised, he hid it well. “Are you?” He shrugged. “I have many employees. Let us hope your talents aren’t being squandered in your current position.” He stepped closer to her again. “Perhaps we could find you another position more to your liking.”

Is he hitting on you? Your boss’s boss’s boss?

Lois moved away from him and looked over the cement railing. “I haven’t been calling you about a promotion, Mr. Luthor.”

He smiled, liking her response to his inquiry. “Lex.”

She swallowed. This was more difficult than she had imagined. If she didn’t do this correctly, the whole Tempus date fiasco would blow up in her face and she could end up in jail. She shivered again. The breeze was quite cool.

Lex wrapped an arm about her bare shoulders. And, while Lois appreciated the warmth he provided, it only reminded her that it was Clark’s warmth that she desired. “It is the tallest building in Metropolis, Lois. I must confess a certain pleasure in knowing that everyone in the city has to look up in order to see me,” Luthor said, oozing charm.

Did other women fall for that garbage? If he only knew how many of those ants down on the streets of Metropolis would never look up to him, no matter how high he lived. Ugh. This guy is so full of himself. Don’t you think, Lois? Lo-is?

Lois stepped casually out of his embrace and back inside his office. “Lex, I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me. I have a problem of some delicacy. I…” Her words faded as she saw Mrs. Cox standing at the office door.

Time’s up! Hate that woman!

“Mr. Luthor,” Mrs. Cox said to her employer, ignoring Lois completely. “Your guests are starting to wonder at your absence.”

“I should really be returning…” One of Luthor’s arms went around Lois’s waist this time and his other hand indicated that they should go back to the party. “Perhaps we can revisit this discussion tomorrow night over dinner, Lois.” He glanced over at an almost scowling Mrs. Cox. “I did have a cancellation tomorrow night, did I not, Mrs. Cox?”

“Yes, Mr. Luthor.” His assistant’s face seemed pinched at the thought of Lex with Lois.

Lois glanced at him.

Tomorrow? But your date with Tempus is tomorrow night! Of course, no one but Tempus said you had to show up to it.

She smiled with relief. “I would like that, Lex. Thank you.”

They stepped out of the office together. Lex’s arm slid off of her waist as he took her hand to kiss it. “Then, it’s a date.”

Lois saw Jimmy staring at her. He could not have heard Lex’s words, but his eyes still gazed at her in disbelief. “Not a date, Lex,” she corrected. “A meeting.”

“Oh?” Lex raised a brow. “It was my understanding that you and Superman were not exclusive.”

Lois slipped her hand out of his. “That is true, but…”

“Then tomorrow night, Lois. I shall be looking forward to it.” Lex nodded to her before turning to Mrs. Cox.

“The ambassador wanted a word before he had to leave,” Mrs. Cox said, glad to have Lex’s full attention as she indicated the direction that he needed to go.

Lois exhaled. Okay, tomorrow night, she would have Lex Luthor’s full attention and they could discuss his firing B. Gerald Tempus for sexual harassment.

Over dinner? Are you nuts? You are dating Clark! Clark! And you accepted a dinner date with a man that he hates.

Not a date, she corrected her inner voice. A dinner meeting.

Jimmy sidled up next to her. “Smooth, Lois.”

She sighed. “What is?” she said knowing full well what he was about to say.

“The way you got an interview with Lex Luthor. The man never grants interviews,” replied Jimmy.

Or not.

Lois smiled at Jimmy with a slight shrug.

It’s not an interview, Jimmy. It’s a date.

It wasn’t going to be a date. And it wasn’t an interview either. It was a meeting. Over dinner. To discuss Tempus.

Are you going to tell Clark?

“Baby cakes, time’s up! Back on stage,” Johnny said with a gentle spank to her bottom.

Jimmy took a step back as Lois’s fiery gaze settled on the head of the Metro gang.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Johnny. You. Don’t. Touch. Me. Do so again and I’m back to waitressing. Got it?” she growled. “Speed-dial, remember?”

Johnny put his hands up with a nod and quickly faded into the background.

“Lo-is! Are you nuts? That guy is the head of the Metro gang,” Jimmy mumbled under his breath, walking her back to the stage.

“The what?” she asked, lifting her long skirt slightly to climb the steps.

“Ask CK,” Jimmy said, turning to hold out his tray of nibbles to some more guests. Then he turned back to Lois with a perplexed expression. “Who’s on speed-dial?”

Lois grinned evilly with double eyebrow bounce. “Clark’s friend in blue.”

Jimmy pressed his lips together to try to stop himself from laughing. “You’re priceless, Mad Dog. Priceless.”

“Get ‘Priceless’ a bottle of water, would ya?” Lois graciously smiled at him with a couple more of her eyelash bats.

Jimmy needs a nick-name? Any ideas? Squirt? Nah. Jimbo? Her inner voice sighed. I guess that will have to do.

“Priceless,” Jimmy murmured with a shake of his head as he went to find her a bottle of water.

***

It took over an hour before Clark could return to his post behind the bar. Lois was back on stage, looking sexy as always. The fire had been bad, but luckily, since he had tipped off the police about the targeting of apartment buildings in a certain area of town – probably by the Toasters – the fire department was now answering those calls in droves and with much faster response times.

Clark was dying to ask Lois what she and Luthor had discussed in his absence, but he was needed behind the bar and she was busy on stage, so that would have to wait.

“Whoa, Man,” Jimmy said coming up to the bar, waving his hand in front of his face. “I knew you were on break, CK. I didn’t know it was a smoke break.”

Clark grimaced, sniffing himself. Was it that bad? He hadn’t taken the time to rush home for a quick one-minute shower afterwards. “I don’t. But the people around me were…” He cleared his throat. “Smoking.”

Jimmy nodded. “You missed it, CK. Lois actually got an interview with Luthor.”

An interview? She had been calling Luthor all week for an interview? And he granted it to her? Like that? The man never gave interviews.

“Really?” Clark asked, filling Jimmy’s tray with champagne glasses again.

“And she has Johnny from the Metro gang shaking in his loafers.” Jimmy chuckled, patting his friend on the back. “Good luck with that woman, CK. She’s high maintenance.”

Yeah, he needed all the luck he could get with her.

Clark took another glance over to that woman he loved. Her hips started to rock back and forth as the music began.

Lois took hold of the microphone and concentrated her attention on him. Clark grinned as his heart started thumping in his throat. She was singing to him again.

This woman was too seductive to be let out in public.

Clark laughed softly to himself. He was a four-alarm fire?

Did his girlfriend just tell Clark in a song that she wanted to make love to him? Clark grinned, wishing he could zip over and give her a kiss. He sighed, concentrating on keeping his feet glued to the ground. As soon as she finished her set at the end of that song, Clark grabbed a bottle of water and walked over to the stage.

The party was starting to break up and Clark was happy to have a few minutes with his girl.

“Hi there, Beautiful. Thirsty?” he asked, holding up the water.

Lois took it and smiled at him. “Help me down?”

He grinned, mumbling, “Don’t tempt me.”

Lois raised her skirt slightly and headed for the steps. Clark lifted her up and brought her the rest of the way to the floor.

“You sing magnificently, Lois.” As he had her in his arms, he whispered, “You should be outlawed as highly combustible in that dress.”

Lois giggled, sitting down on the edge of the stage. “Thanks.”

“I can’t wait until after the party,” he murmured, bumping lightly against her side.

Lois playfully elbowed him as she blushed. “Clark!”

Oh, good, she understood your meaning.

“Hello, Lois,” Lex Luthor said, suddenly beside them.

How is Luthor on a first name basis with her?

Clark stiffened. He hated that this man was interrupting his first moment in hours with Lois. But he couldn’t be seen goofing off with his girlfriend in front of the client.

“I need to get back to work. Excuse me,” Clark said curtly, professionally, nodding back at the bar and then walking away from them. Fade into the woodwork was the trademark of good service. He couldn’t do or say anything that would cause a scene. His folks would never forgive him.

“A friend of yours?” Luthor asked her.

“Yes, Lex. A good friend,” Lois replied carefully.

Lex? She’s on a first name… Friend? You’re just a friend?

“Boyfriend, you mean,” Clark muttered under his breath, glancing back at them.

Why didn’t she just tell Luthor that?

“Oh? I thought you said earlier you weren’t seeing anyone?” Luthor inquired.

Clark arrived back at the bar and turned to glare at Lois and Luthor.

Not seeing anyone?

“No, Lex. I said...” Lois began, standing up.

“I wanted to ask where I should have my driver pick you up for our date?” whispered Luthor as his hand touched her arm.

Date?

Clark felt like he had lost his powers and had been punched in the stomach. It wasn’t an interview. It was a date! He closed his eyes and started to grind his teeth together. It was loud enough that he couldn’t hear anything else being said in the room. He really didn’t want to hear or see any more of Lois’s and Luthor’s conversation. He felt like flying off to the Arctic to scream his lungs out.

***

You made this mess, Lois. It all started with that first lie – that white lie you told to shelter Clark.

“A friend of yours?” Luthor had asked Lois.

“Yes, Lex. A good friend,” she had replied carefully. Clark was Superman and this man already had tied her together with the Man in Blue. She didn’t want to him to tie her boyfriend to Superman as well.

She had seen Clark glancing back at them.

Oh great. Clark heard that comment. He’s taking it the wrong way.

“Oh? I thought you said earlier you weren’t seeing anyone?” Luthor had inquired. The man was all together too happy that she hadn’t told him that she was dating the ‘help.’

Fabulous. Clark heard that as well and is now glaring at you.

“No, Lex. I said...” Lois had begun to explain, standing up.

“I wanted to ask where I should have my driver pick you up for our date?” Luthor had interrupted her again as his hand touched her arm.

“It’s not a date,” she had stated again quite clearly with a glance at Clark as she stepped away from Luthor.

Clark isn’t listening? He still looks like you kicked him in the crotch. Oh, Clark. Why do you listen to things you shouldn’t and not listen when you should?

“It’s a meeting,” Lois had continued. “You can tell your driver to pick me up at Daily Books at quarter to eight.” Then she had smiled, not wanting the animosity she was starting to feel towards this man to ruin her chances for his assistance with Tempus.

“I wonder,” Lex had coaxed, his words seeming slicker than they had earlier this evening after his dismissal of Clark. “Do you do requests?”

Lois sighed.

Yep, Lois, that’s how you got yourself into this mess.

She was tired of singing. It had been a long day and an even longer night. All she wanted to do was go home and cuddle with her ticked off boyfriend – tell him that she still loved him and only him. “That was our last set,” she told Lex, indicating the band packing up with a nod of her head.

“Boys,” Lex said, turning to them with a slight clap of his hands. “Do you think you could favor me with one last number?”

The band leader instantly jumped to his feet. “Of course, Mr. Luthor.”

“Yes! Yes! Mr. Luthor, the band will play one last number for you. Whatever you want,” Johnny gushed, suddenly appearing from the side of the stage. “Lola, go sing.”

Lois glared at Johnny, her tongue running over her teeth.

“ Why Don’t You Do Right? ” Lex requested, taking her hand and kissing it. “Do you know that one?”

She nodded, wearily. “Sure, Lex.” She lifted her dress and climbed the steps back to the stage as the musicians unpacked their instruments again.

The band started to play and Clark finally opened his eyes once more, letting Lois know that he was listening to her. She stared at Clark for a long moment, tears glistening in her eyes, before turning her attention to Lex.

Lex grinned. He seemed to enjoy her singing about forcing some man to go out to become rich. As if that was important. He obviously considered himself ‘some other men’ who had done right.

Lois glanced over to Clark and saw that he was watching her. She could tell from his expression that he thought she was singing this song to him. She wasn’t. It was Luthor’s request. She was singing it to him. She returned her gaze to Lex.

Another glance to Clark and she saw he wasn’t looking at her anymore, but he had a tension to his jaw that hadn’t been there before Lex had interrupted their conversation ten minutes before.

Clark wiped down the counter of the bar, took the last tray and headed for the kitchen. Lois closed her eyes in a flinch as if he had struck her across the face, letting that last tear drop down her face.


*** End of Part 29 ***

Part 30

Author’s Note: I picked all the songs in this part from Peggy Lee’s album Linger as I thought the way she sang embodied the way Lola Dane and Wanda Detroit would sing these songs. I tried to find videos of Peggy Lee singing all these songs, unfortunately had to substitute Shirley Bassey for “Lady is a Tramp” as Peggy Lee is more famous for singing “He’s a Tramp” from the Disney film “Lady and the Tramp.”

I Got Lucky in the Rain – by James McHugh / Harold Adamson, Sung by Peggy Lee is a great version, but the YouTube Video is no longer available.

The Lady is a Tramp – by Rodgers and Hart for the musical Babes in Arms, sung by Dame Shirley Bassey.

I’m Beginning to See the Light – by Duke Ellington, Harry James, Johnny Hodges, & Don George, Sung by Peggy Lee.


Why Don’t You Do Right? – written by Kansas Joe McCoy, Sung by Peggy Lee.

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