20-05-2025, 07:17 PM
Episode 46: The Weight of Awe
The days following the Ranga Falls trip blurred into routine at St. Mark’s, but for Arjun, normalcy was a façade. Meera’s presence in the classroom—her green saree, her half-sleeve blouse, her calm voice—carried the weight of the trip, the dream, the stolen photo. The image on his phone, Meera leaning against the tree in her black saree, arm raised, was a dangerous secret, a piece of her he could revisit in private. But it was also a growing burden, a reminder of the line he’d crossed. He told himself to delete it, to let it go, but the pull of her was too strong.
The Classroom – A Flicker of Suspicion
It was Wednesday, math class, and Meera stood at the front, explaining quadratic equations with her usual precision. She wore a maroon saree today, the silk catching the light softly, paired with a half-sleeve blouse that covered her arms, her hair tied in a neat bun. The saree’s pleats sat modestly at her waist, but Arjun’s eyes lingered, seeing the black saree from the falls, the moment the breeze lifted her pallu to reveal her navel. His notebook lay empty, his pen untouched, his mind lost in her.
Meera had noticed Arjun’s distraction since the trip. His gazes lingered too long, his responses in class hesitant, his focus absent. She’d attributed it to the excitement of the trip, perhaps teenage restlessness, but today, his intensity felt heavier, more pointed. She kept her expression neutral, her voice steady, but a quiet unease stirred in her.
“Arjun,” she called, pausing her explanation, her tone firm but kind. “Can you solve this equation on the board?”
The class turned to him, and Arjun jolted upright, his face flushing. “Uh, yeah, sure,” he mumbled, standing and walking to the board, his heart racing. Her voice, her eyes on him—it was overwhelming. His mind flickered to the dream, to Meera trembling under Priya’s kisses, to the photo in his phone. He fumbled with the chalk, solving the equation but missing a step, his handwriting uneven.
Meera corrected him gently. “Pay attention, Arjun,” she said, her voice professional but with a trace of concern. “You’re usually more focused.”
He nodded, avoiding her gaze, and returned to his seat, his phone a heavy weight in his pocket. Her words, her closeness, made him feel exposed, as if she could sense the secret he carried.
The Catalyst – A Moment of Carelessness
The incident happened during lunch break. The classroom was mostly empty, students scattered across the campus. Meera had stayed behind, organizing worksheets at her desk, her maroon saree neatly dbangd, her bangles clinking softly. Arjun lingered at his desk, pretending to pack his bag, stealing glances at her, his mind replaying the falls, the dream, the photo.
His friends, Rahul and Vikram, were at the back, joking loudly about the trip. “Yo, Arjun, you got any good photos from the falls?” Vikram called, scrolling through his phone. “I got some epic ones of the water fight.”
Arjun shrugged, his heart skipping. “Yeah, a couple,” he said, keeping his tone casual, but his hand instinctively touched his pocket, where the photo of Meera hid.
“Show us,” Rahul teased, grinning. “Bet you got something spicy, the way you were zoned out half the trip.”
Arjun’s face heated, and he forced a laugh. “Shut up, man. Nothing like that.”
But their teasing hit a nerve, and in a moment of flustered bravado, he pulled out his phone, intending to show a safe group photo to deflect them. His thumb scrolled through the gallery, but his nerves betrayed him. The phone slipped from his hand, landing face-up on his desk with a soft thud, the screen open to the photo of Meera—leaning against the tree, arm raised, black saree taut, her pose striking and intimate.
Rahul’s eyes widened, and Vikram let out a low whistle. “Damn, dude. When did you take that?”
Arjun grabbed the phone, his face burning, shoving it into his pocket. “It’s nothing,” he snapped, his voice low. “Just a random shot.”
“Random?” Rahul smirked. “That’s some next-level stalking, man.”
“Keep it down,” Arjun hissed, glancing toward Meera, his pulse racing. He thought she hadn’t noticed, her head still bent over her papers, but he was wrong.
Meera had heard the commotion, her eyes lifting just in time to catch the flash of the phone screen before Arjun snatched it away. The image was brief, but unmistakable—herself, posing at the falls, captured in a way that felt too personal, too deliberate. Her stomach twisted, but she kept her expression neutral, her hands steady as she continued sorting papers. She didn’t react, didn’t call him out, but her mind was already turning, processing what she’d seen.
The Afternoon – A Fragile Normalcy
The rest of the day passed without incident, but the air felt charged for both Meera and Arjun. He sat through her afternoon class, his heart pounding, convinced she hadn’t seen the phone, but her presence was overwhelming. Every time she moved—adjusting her pallu, writing on the board—he saw the dream-Meera, trembling under Priya’s kisses, her navel glowing, her ass and armpit quivering. The photo was still on his phone, a secret he thought was safe, but her voice, her scent of jasmine, made him feel exposed.
Meera maintained her composure, engaging the class, answering questions, even smiling at a student’s joke. But her eyes flicked to Arjun more often, noting his distraction, his quick glances away when she looked his way. She didn’t want to assume the worst—he was a good student, after all—but the photo gnawed at her, a puzzle she couldn’t ignore.
At one point, she leaned over a student’s desk near Arjun, helping with a problem, and her pallu shifted slightly, revealing the curve of her waist for a moment before she adjusted it. Arjun’s breath caught, his mind flashing to her navel, to the falls, to the dream. Meera didn’t notice, but she felt the weight of his gaze, a subtle intensity that added to her unease.
The Staff Room – Meera’s Reflection and Priya’s Interruption
After the final bell, Meera gathered her things, her maroon saree still neat, and headed to the staff room, needing a moment to think. The campus was quieting, the corridors emptying. She stood by the open window, the late afternoon breeze cool against her skin, her hands resting on the sill. The photo replayed in her mind—herself against the tree, unaware, captured in a moment meant for Priya’s camera. Why did Arjun have it? His panic, his flushed face, suggested guilt, not innocence. She’d noticed his distraction, his lingering gazes, and now the photo painted a clearer picture. Was he crushing on her?
The thought unsettled her, but beneath the unease, a strange feeling stirred—pride, unexpected and unfamiliar. She was a teacher, professional, composed, but she was also a woman, and the idea of a teenager watching her in awe, captivated by her beauty, sparked a quiet thrill. The trip had awakened something in her—the confidence of the waterfall, the black saree, Priya’s teasing compliments. To know Arjun saw her that way, enough to steal a photo, sent a shiver through her. Her breath deepened, slow and deliberate, as goosebumps prickled her arms, her body responding to the thought with a warmth she hadn’t expected. She closed her eyes, the breeze brushing her neck, and for a moment, she let herself feel it—the excitement of being desired, even if it was wrong, even if it was forbidden.
A sudden pinch on her waist snapped her back, a sharp, playful sting against her sensitive skin. “What are you doing here alone, daydreaming?” Priya’s voice teased from behind.
Meera let out a soft moan, “Ahhh,” the sound escaping before she could stop it, her body jolting as if an electric current had passed through her. The pinch, on her already heightened senses, was overwhelming, her waist quivering under Priya’s fingers. She turned quickly, her face flushed, her heart racing, but within seconds, she steadied herself, forcing a laugh to cover the moment. “Priya, you scared me!” she said, her voice light but slightly breathless, adjusting her pallu to hide her flustered state.
Priya grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You were in another world there. What’s got you so lost?”
Meera hesitated, her body still tingling from the pinch, the thoughts of Arjun lingering. She sat at the table, her maroon saree settling around her, and chose her words carefully. “I… I’ve been thinking about one of the students. Arjun. I’m getting a feeling he might have a crush on me.”
Priya raised an eyebrow, sitting across from her. “Arjun? Really? What makes you think that?”
“Just a feeling,” Meera said, avoiding the photo, keeping her tone casual. “He’s been… distracted lately. Staring a bit too much, especially since the trip. I don’t know, maybe I’m reading too much into it.”
Priya nodded, her expression thoughtful. “You might be onto something. I’ve noticed him watching you, too. During the trip, he was always nearby, staring like you were the only one there. Even in class, he zones out when you’re teaching. It’s not just curiosity—it’s intense.”
Meera’s stomach twisted, the confirmation adding weight to her suspicion. “It’s unsettling,” she admitted. “He’s a good student, but if he’s… fixated, I don’t know how to handle it.”
Priya leaned forward, her grin returning, playful but pointed. “Want to test it? Come tomorrow in that pink saree you wore a couple weeks back—the one with the sleeveless blouse. Watch him closely. If he’s got a crush, you’ll know. Plus, it’ll be a treat for me, since I missed it last time.” She winked, her tone teasing but warm.
Meera laughed, shaking her head, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. “You’re ridiculous,” she said, her voice light but her mind racing. The pink saree—bold, revealing—had turned heads before. The idea of wearing it to test Arjun was reckless, but the thrill from earlier, the pride in her beauty, flickered again. “I’ll think about it,” she added, her tone noncommittal, but a faint smile played on her lips.
Priya stood, grabbing her bag. “You do that. But don’t pretend you don’t love the attention.” She smirked, heading for the door.
The Parking Lot – Priya’s Parting Tease
In the parking lot, the evening air was cool, the campus nearly deserted. Meera walked with Priya to her parked scooter, her maroon saree swaying, her thoughts still tangled. Priya swung her leg over the scooter, adjusting her helmet, then turned to Meera with a laugh. “You know, when I pinched your waist in the staff room, you felt something, right? That soft moan you let out? Says everything.”
Before Meera could respond, Priya pinched her waist again, her fingers quick and playful against the sensitive spot. Meera gasped, a faint “Oh!” escaping her, her body tingling as she stepped back, her face flushing. Priya laughed, revving the scooter. “See you tomorrow, star!” she called, drifting off into the dusk before Meera could retort.
Meera stood there, her hand brushing her waist, the spot still warm from Priya’s pinch. She laughed softly, shaking her head, but the moment lingered, layered with the day’s strange excitement.
Arjun’s Unseen Burden
Arjun walked home, the city lights blurring past him, his mind a tangle of relief and fear. He thought Meera hadn’t seen the phone, hadn’t noticed the photo, but her voice in class, her gentle correction, felt like it held something more—concern, maybe suspicion. He couldn’t be sure. The photo was still on his phone, a piece of her he couldn’t let go, but it was also a danger, a secret that could ruin him.
He thought of her in the maroon saree, her steady gaze, the way her pallu had shifted to reveal her waist. He thought of the falls, her navel in the breeze, her pose in the photo, the dream where Priya kissed her trembling skin. Those moments were his, but they were fragile, threatened by his own carelessness. He resolved to be more careful, to keep the phone locked, to stop staring so openly. But even as he made the promise, he knew it was hollow. Meera was too much, too radiant, too consuming.
When he got home, he locked his door, his phone in his hand, the photo still there. He didn’t open it—not tonight. The memory of her in class, the fear of being caught, was enough. But Meera was still in his mind—her saree, her voice, her waist, her navel—a fire he couldn’t extinguish.
At Home – Meera’s Turmoil
At home, Meera’s apartment was quiet, the city’s hum a distant backdrop. She changed into a simple kurta, her maroon saree folded away, but the day’s events clung to her. Sitting on her couch, a cup of tea cooling in her hands, she thought of the photo—herself, captured in secret, Arjun’s guilty panic. She thought of his stares, his distraction, the suspicion of a crush now almost certain. Priya’s observations, her playful suggestion of the pink saree, added fuel to the fire.
The pride returned, unbidden but undeniable. To be seen, to be desired, even by a student—it was wrong, inappropriate, yet it stirred something in her. Her beauty, her confidence at the falls, had captivated Arjun, enough for him to steal a moment of her. The thought sent a shiver through her, her breath deepening, goosebumps rising on her arms. Her body responded, a warmth spreading through her, her waist tingling as if Priya’s pinch lingered. She closed her eyes, her heart racing, caught between guilt and a strange, forbidden excitement.
The turmoil was intense. She was a teacher, bound by duty, by boundaries. Encouraging Arjun’s fixation, even indirectly, was reckless. Yet the pink saree called to her—a sleeveless blouse, a bold choice that had made her feel radiant before. Wearing it might confirm her suspicions, might let her see Arjun’s reaction, might let her feel that thrill again. It was dangerous, but the pull was strong.
After a long internal battle, she stood, walking to her wardrobe. She pulled out the pink saree, its silk soft under her fingers, the sleeveless blouse folded beside it. Her decision was made. Tomorrow, she’d wear it—not just to test Arjun, but to reclaim the confidence, the power, she’d felt at the falls. She’d watch him closely, stay professional, but let herself feel the moment.
To be continued…
The days following the Ranga Falls trip blurred into routine at St. Mark’s, but for Arjun, normalcy was a façade. Meera’s presence in the classroom—her green saree, her half-sleeve blouse, her calm voice—carried the weight of the trip, the dream, the stolen photo. The image on his phone, Meera leaning against the tree in her black saree, arm raised, was a dangerous secret, a piece of her he could revisit in private. But it was also a growing burden, a reminder of the line he’d crossed. He told himself to delete it, to let it go, but the pull of her was too strong.
The Classroom – A Flicker of Suspicion
It was Wednesday, math class, and Meera stood at the front, explaining quadratic equations with her usual precision. She wore a maroon saree today, the silk catching the light softly, paired with a half-sleeve blouse that covered her arms, her hair tied in a neat bun. The saree’s pleats sat modestly at her waist, but Arjun’s eyes lingered, seeing the black saree from the falls, the moment the breeze lifted her pallu to reveal her navel. His notebook lay empty, his pen untouched, his mind lost in her.
Meera had noticed Arjun’s distraction since the trip. His gazes lingered too long, his responses in class hesitant, his focus absent. She’d attributed it to the excitement of the trip, perhaps teenage restlessness, but today, his intensity felt heavier, more pointed. She kept her expression neutral, her voice steady, but a quiet unease stirred in her.
“Arjun,” she called, pausing her explanation, her tone firm but kind. “Can you solve this equation on the board?”
The class turned to him, and Arjun jolted upright, his face flushing. “Uh, yeah, sure,” he mumbled, standing and walking to the board, his heart racing. Her voice, her eyes on him—it was overwhelming. His mind flickered to the dream, to Meera trembling under Priya’s kisses, to the photo in his phone. He fumbled with the chalk, solving the equation but missing a step, his handwriting uneven.
Meera corrected him gently. “Pay attention, Arjun,” she said, her voice professional but with a trace of concern. “You’re usually more focused.”
He nodded, avoiding her gaze, and returned to his seat, his phone a heavy weight in his pocket. Her words, her closeness, made him feel exposed, as if she could sense the secret he carried.
The Catalyst – A Moment of Carelessness
The incident happened during lunch break. The classroom was mostly empty, students scattered across the campus. Meera had stayed behind, organizing worksheets at her desk, her maroon saree neatly dbangd, her bangles clinking softly. Arjun lingered at his desk, pretending to pack his bag, stealing glances at her, his mind replaying the falls, the dream, the photo.
His friends, Rahul and Vikram, were at the back, joking loudly about the trip. “Yo, Arjun, you got any good photos from the falls?” Vikram called, scrolling through his phone. “I got some epic ones of the water fight.”
Arjun shrugged, his heart skipping. “Yeah, a couple,” he said, keeping his tone casual, but his hand instinctively touched his pocket, where the photo of Meera hid.
“Show us,” Rahul teased, grinning. “Bet you got something spicy, the way you were zoned out half the trip.”
Arjun’s face heated, and he forced a laugh. “Shut up, man. Nothing like that.”
But their teasing hit a nerve, and in a moment of flustered bravado, he pulled out his phone, intending to show a safe group photo to deflect them. His thumb scrolled through the gallery, but his nerves betrayed him. The phone slipped from his hand, landing face-up on his desk with a soft thud, the screen open to the photo of Meera—leaning against the tree, arm raised, black saree taut, her pose striking and intimate.
Rahul’s eyes widened, and Vikram let out a low whistle. “Damn, dude. When did you take that?”
Arjun grabbed the phone, his face burning, shoving it into his pocket. “It’s nothing,” he snapped, his voice low. “Just a random shot.”
“Random?” Rahul smirked. “That’s some next-level stalking, man.”
“Keep it down,” Arjun hissed, glancing toward Meera, his pulse racing. He thought she hadn’t noticed, her head still bent over her papers, but he was wrong.
Meera had heard the commotion, her eyes lifting just in time to catch the flash of the phone screen before Arjun snatched it away. The image was brief, but unmistakable—herself, posing at the falls, captured in a way that felt too personal, too deliberate. Her stomach twisted, but she kept her expression neutral, her hands steady as she continued sorting papers. She didn’t react, didn’t call him out, but her mind was already turning, processing what she’d seen.
The Afternoon – A Fragile Normalcy
The rest of the day passed without incident, but the air felt charged for both Meera and Arjun. He sat through her afternoon class, his heart pounding, convinced she hadn’t seen the phone, but her presence was overwhelming. Every time she moved—adjusting her pallu, writing on the board—he saw the dream-Meera, trembling under Priya’s kisses, her navel glowing, her ass and armpit quivering. The photo was still on his phone, a secret he thought was safe, but her voice, her scent of jasmine, made him feel exposed.
Meera maintained her composure, engaging the class, answering questions, even smiling at a student’s joke. But her eyes flicked to Arjun more often, noting his distraction, his quick glances away when she looked his way. She didn’t want to assume the worst—he was a good student, after all—but the photo gnawed at her, a puzzle she couldn’t ignore.
At one point, she leaned over a student’s desk near Arjun, helping with a problem, and her pallu shifted slightly, revealing the curve of her waist for a moment before she adjusted it. Arjun’s breath caught, his mind flashing to her navel, to the falls, to the dream. Meera didn’t notice, but she felt the weight of his gaze, a subtle intensity that added to her unease.
The Staff Room – Meera’s Reflection and Priya’s Interruption
After the final bell, Meera gathered her things, her maroon saree still neat, and headed to the staff room, needing a moment to think. The campus was quieting, the corridors emptying. She stood by the open window, the late afternoon breeze cool against her skin, her hands resting on the sill. The photo replayed in her mind—herself against the tree, unaware, captured in a moment meant for Priya’s camera. Why did Arjun have it? His panic, his flushed face, suggested guilt, not innocence. She’d noticed his distraction, his lingering gazes, and now the photo painted a clearer picture. Was he crushing on her?
The thought unsettled her, but beneath the unease, a strange feeling stirred—pride, unexpected and unfamiliar. She was a teacher, professional, composed, but she was also a woman, and the idea of a teenager watching her in awe, captivated by her beauty, sparked a quiet thrill. The trip had awakened something in her—the confidence of the waterfall, the black saree, Priya’s teasing compliments. To know Arjun saw her that way, enough to steal a photo, sent a shiver through her. Her breath deepened, slow and deliberate, as goosebumps prickled her arms, her body responding to the thought with a warmth she hadn’t expected. She closed her eyes, the breeze brushing her neck, and for a moment, she let herself feel it—the excitement of being desired, even if it was wrong, even if it was forbidden.
A sudden pinch on her waist snapped her back, a sharp, playful sting against her sensitive skin. “What are you doing here alone, daydreaming?” Priya’s voice teased from behind.
Meera let out a soft moan, “Ahhh,” the sound escaping before she could stop it, her body jolting as if an electric current had passed through her. The pinch, on her already heightened senses, was overwhelming, her waist quivering under Priya’s fingers. She turned quickly, her face flushed, her heart racing, but within seconds, she steadied herself, forcing a laugh to cover the moment. “Priya, you scared me!” she said, her voice light but slightly breathless, adjusting her pallu to hide her flustered state.
Priya grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You were in another world there. What’s got you so lost?”
Meera hesitated, her body still tingling from the pinch, the thoughts of Arjun lingering. She sat at the table, her maroon saree settling around her, and chose her words carefully. “I… I’ve been thinking about one of the students. Arjun. I’m getting a feeling he might have a crush on me.”
Priya raised an eyebrow, sitting across from her. “Arjun? Really? What makes you think that?”
“Just a feeling,” Meera said, avoiding the photo, keeping her tone casual. “He’s been… distracted lately. Staring a bit too much, especially since the trip. I don’t know, maybe I’m reading too much into it.”
Priya nodded, her expression thoughtful. “You might be onto something. I’ve noticed him watching you, too. During the trip, he was always nearby, staring like you were the only one there. Even in class, he zones out when you’re teaching. It’s not just curiosity—it’s intense.”
Meera’s stomach twisted, the confirmation adding weight to her suspicion. “It’s unsettling,” she admitted. “He’s a good student, but if he’s… fixated, I don’t know how to handle it.”
Priya leaned forward, her grin returning, playful but pointed. “Want to test it? Come tomorrow in that pink saree you wore a couple weeks back—the one with the sleeveless blouse. Watch him closely. If he’s got a crush, you’ll know. Plus, it’ll be a treat for me, since I missed it last time.” She winked, her tone teasing but warm.
Meera laughed, shaking her head, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. “You’re ridiculous,” she said, her voice light but her mind racing. The pink saree—bold, revealing—had turned heads before. The idea of wearing it to test Arjun was reckless, but the thrill from earlier, the pride in her beauty, flickered again. “I’ll think about it,” she added, her tone noncommittal, but a faint smile played on her lips.
Priya stood, grabbing her bag. “You do that. But don’t pretend you don’t love the attention.” She smirked, heading for the door.
The Parking Lot – Priya’s Parting Tease
In the parking lot, the evening air was cool, the campus nearly deserted. Meera walked with Priya to her parked scooter, her maroon saree swaying, her thoughts still tangled. Priya swung her leg over the scooter, adjusting her helmet, then turned to Meera with a laugh. “You know, when I pinched your waist in the staff room, you felt something, right? That soft moan you let out? Says everything.”
Before Meera could respond, Priya pinched her waist again, her fingers quick and playful against the sensitive spot. Meera gasped, a faint “Oh!” escaping her, her body tingling as she stepped back, her face flushing. Priya laughed, revving the scooter. “See you tomorrow, star!” she called, drifting off into the dusk before Meera could retort.
Meera stood there, her hand brushing her waist, the spot still warm from Priya’s pinch. She laughed softly, shaking her head, but the moment lingered, layered with the day’s strange excitement.
Arjun’s Unseen Burden
Arjun walked home, the city lights blurring past him, his mind a tangle of relief and fear. He thought Meera hadn’t seen the phone, hadn’t noticed the photo, but her voice in class, her gentle correction, felt like it held something more—concern, maybe suspicion. He couldn’t be sure. The photo was still on his phone, a piece of her he couldn’t let go, but it was also a danger, a secret that could ruin him.
He thought of her in the maroon saree, her steady gaze, the way her pallu had shifted to reveal her waist. He thought of the falls, her navel in the breeze, her pose in the photo, the dream where Priya kissed her trembling skin. Those moments were his, but they were fragile, threatened by his own carelessness. He resolved to be more careful, to keep the phone locked, to stop staring so openly. But even as he made the promise, he knew it was hollow. Meera was too much, too radiant, too consuming.
When he got home, he locked his door, his phone in his hand, the photo still there. He didn’t open it—not tonight. The memory of her in class, the fear of being caught, was enough. But Meera was still in his mind—her saree, her voice, her waist, her navel—a fire he couldn’t extinguish.
At Home – Meera’s Turmoil
At home, Meera’s apartment was quiet, the city’s hum a distant backdrop. She changed into a simple kurta, her maroon saree folded away, but the day’s events clung to her. Sitting on her couch, a cup of tea cooling in her hands, she thought of the photo—herself, captured in secret, Arjun’s guilty panic. She thought of his stares, his distraction, the suspicion of a crush now almost certain. Priya’s observations, her playful suggestion of the pink saree, added fuel to the fire.
The pride returned, unbidden but undeniable. To be seen, to be desired, even by a student—it was wrong, inappropriate, yet it stirred something in her. Her beauty, her confidence at the falls, had captivated Arjun, enough for him to steal a moment of her. The thought sent a shiver through her, her breath deepening, goosebumps rising on her arms. Her body responded, a warmth spreading through her, her waist tingling as if Priya’s pinch lingered. She closed her eyes, her heart racing, caught between guilt and a strange, forbidden excitement.
The turmoil was intense. She was a teacher, bound by duty, by boundaries. Encouraging Arjun’s fixation, even indirectly, was reckless. Yet the pink saree called to her—a sleeveless blouse, a bold choice that had made her feel radiant before. Wearing it might confirm her suspicions, might let her see Arjun’s reaction, might let her feel that thrill again. It was dangerous, but the pull was strong.
After a long internal battle, she stood, walking to her wardrobe. She pulled out the pink saree, its silk soft under her fingers, the sleeveless blouse folded beside it. Her decision was made. Tomorrow, she’d wear it—not just to test Arjun, but to reclaim the confidence, the power, she’d felt at the falls. She’d watch him closely, stay professional, but let herself feel the moment.
To be continued…
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