The Beyonder's Prophecy: He Has to Get Them Pregnant
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Jalen Moss has two years to get eight women pregnant... or humanity dies. Jalen Moss was just trying to build a decent life for himself. Then one night, everything changed. A cosmic entity known as The Architect appears in his bedroom with a prophecy that makes no sense-and gives him no choice. Within two years, Jalen must father eight children... with eight different women. These children will grow into the heroes destined to save the world. If he fails? Humanity doesn't survive.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Sports Workplace Cheating Sharing Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Male White Female Hispanic Female Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Big Breasts Public Sex Size
A few days later, 27-year-old Rachel DeSantos arrived at the Buckhead Baptist Church gym.
She stepped into the gym, the faint scent of polished wood and sweat filling the air. She relished the buzz of sneakers squeaking against the hardwood mixed with the rhythmic bounce of the basketball.
She had just come from work, still dressed in a chic yet professional outfit, a fitted black blouse, slim beige slacks, and sleek, nude-colored stilettos. Her hair was still perfectly styled from her last on-camera segment.
Sliding into the bleachers, she crossed her legs and leaned forward slightly, watching as Trevor’s rec basketball team warmed up.
Trevor Bauer, her boyfriend, was already on the court, going through a casual layup drill. He was a solid player, a lethal shooter with decent size. He had always played in these recreational leagues to stay in shape and because he genuinely enjoyed basketball.
Rachel wasn’t exactly expecting NBA-level competition, but she still liked supporting Trevor.
At least that was what she usually came to do, however, from the moment the game tipped off, her eyes landed on someone else.
He was on the opposing team. Tall. A guy built like a natural athlete, but smooth with his movements.
Rachel’s brows lifted slightly as she watched him get the ball on the wing, effortlessly shimmy past his defender with a clean spin move before pulling up for a jumper.
Swish
Damn. That was nice.
Rachel leaned in, her interest piqued. The game continued, and it quickly became clear, this guy wasn’t just good. He was different.
Fluid footwork. A polished offensive game. A natural rhythm to his movements. Confidence, but not cockiness. Rachel found herself completely locked in on him, watching his every move.
Trevor was playing admirably, but his team was getting worked, mostly because they had no answer for the guy Rachel couldn’t stop watching.
He was everywhere. Pull-up jumpers from midrange, smooth finishes at the rim, and crossovers that left defenders stumbling. He even played solid defense, making life very difficult for whoever he guarded. Rachel bit the inside of her cheek, holding back a smile.
Trevor had never mentioned this guy before, and judging by the way his team looked frustrated, she doubted they had played against him before.
She glanced down at her watch. Trevor’s team was down double digits. She should probably be more focused on supporting her boyfriend, but she wasn’t. Her eyes kept drifting back to the man dominating the game.
Who was he? More importantly, though ... why did she suddenly want to find out?
After the game, Rachel and Trevor went to dinner together at LongHorn Steakhouse. They walked in, the scent of sizzling steaks and freshly baked bread filling the air. It was late, and the restaurant wasn’t too crowded, which was fine by Rachel. She wasn’t in the mood for too much noise, not with her mind still turning.
She and Trevor were seated in a cozy booth near the back. Trevor was still bitter about the game. He immediately launched into a rant before their menus were even opened.
“Refs were terrible,” Trevor muttered as he picked up the menu. “Some of the worst calls I’ve seen in this league. They let them get away with so much contact.”
Rachel hummed, pretending to listen. She knew how this went. Every time he lost, he usually had a lot to say about the refs.
Trevor shook his head, flipping to the steak section. “And that number 12? He thinks he’s hot shit but let me guard him for a full game and I’ll shut that shit down.”
Rachel’s ears perked up slightly. Number 12. That was him.
She took a sip of her water, keeping her face neutral. “What team was that y’all were playing?”
Trevor barely looked up. “The Ballers. Pretty dumb name if you ask me.”
Rachel chuckled behind her glass. “Yeah, okay, Mr. ‘Elite Hoopers’ isn’t much better.”
She set her cup down, casually adding, “Have you played them before?”
“Nah, they’re new to the league this year,” Trevor responded.
New. That explained why she had never seen him before.
Rachel nodded, pretending to be interested in the menu while her thoughts kept circling.
Asking Trevor anything else about the mystery player would be too obvious especially with how bitter he was. So, instead, she would just find out herself.
Rachel secretly decided she would look up the league website. Maybe they had a roster list or some kind of team info.
Then, heck, maybe she’d check social media. People loved posting highlights. Maybe she could find something.
No matter how much she tried to ignore it, though ... she wanted to know who he was, and more importantly, why she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
So that night, Rachel lay in her bed, phone screen glowing in the darkness, her fingers idly scrolling through the Buckhead Recreational Sports website.
She had told herself she was just checking the league schedule, but the moment she saw it: “The Ballers vs Dunwoody Wrecking Crew — Thursday, 8 PM”, her stomach did a small flip.
Trevor’s team had no game that night, which meant she had no real reason to be there except for the fact that she wanted to be.
Rachel sighed, setting her phone down and rubbing her hands over her face.
“What am I doing?” she said to herself.
She had a boyfriend. A long-term one. Sure, Trevor wasn’t perfect. He could be a bit self-absorbed, a little whiny when things didn’t go his way, and could be predictable as hell, but he was good to her.
This curiosity about this mystery player wasn’t safe. Rachel stared up at the ceiling, her mind at war with itself.
She didn’t even know this guy’s name. She had only seen him play for the first time tonight. So, why did she care so much?
She groaned, rolling onto her side, frustrated. Deep down, she already knew. It wasn’t just about basketball. It was about the way he carried himself, played so smoothly, and was so in control. It was the way he made her forget, for just a moment, that she was even there for Trevor.
Rachel grabbed her phone again, staring at the Thursday game listing. Would she really go just to watch, and see him one more time?
Then, she sighed, locking her phone and tossing it onto the nightstand. She needed to sleep. She’d figure this out later.
On Thursday night, Rachel arrived at the gym right after the game between ‘the Ballers’ and ‘Dunwoody Wrecking Crew’ tipped off.
She slipped into the gym quietly, keeping her head down as she found a seat higher up in the bleachers. She had told herself all day that she wasn’t coming, but here she was.
Once she’d settled in and looked to the court, her eyes immediately found him. The mystery player. Tall, smooth, confident, and just as captivating as before.
Rachel crossed her legs, feigning casual indifference, but the truth was, she was locked in. Tonight, she wasn’t just watching, she was analyzing.
His footwork was insanely polished. His ball control was smooth and efficient. His shooting form was excellent, and he was deadly from midrange.
On top of that, his court awareness was next level for a rec league. He wasn’t just athletic. He was skilled. Rachel knew good basketball, and this guy was the real deal.
She leaned forward slightly, watching as he got the ball on the wing, faked a drive, then smoothly stepped back into a jumper.
Swish
Effortless.
Rachel’s lips parted slightly in admiration before she caught herself.
Then it happened.
As he backpedaled down the court, his eyes suddenly lifted ... right to her.
For a split second, Rachel froze. Her heart stopped and her stomach did an uncontrollable flip.
“Did he just...? No. No way. It was just a coincidence. Right?” she thought, her mind racing.
Rachel quickly looked away, pretending to check her phone, but her pulse was racing too.
Had he noticed her? Had he seen her last game too? Maybe she was just imagining things.
She had no idea, but suddenly, sitting here felt a lot more dangerous and exposed. Rachel swallowed hard, forcing herself to stare at her phone screen like she hadn’t just made eye contact with the one player she was trying not to obsess over.
“It was just a coincidence. He wasn’t actually looking at me,” she kept telling herself in her head.
Rachel tried to refocus on the game, but now she was hyper-aware, and the more she watched ... the more she swore he kept glancing her way.
She sat with perfect posture, legs crossed, trying to act completely casual, but every time he drained a smooth midrange jumper, sliced through defenders for a layup, or sank a deep three with effortless confidence, his eyes flickered toward her.
Rachel’s stomach tightened again. She pressed her fingers to her temple, willing herself to get it together.
She had no business sitting here feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. Yet, the way this guy moved and played, she couldn’t look away.
He caught the ball, did a single head fake, and pulled up for another three-pointer.
Swish
Then just before he turned to run back down the court ... his eyes flickered up towards her again. Rachel’s lips parted.
Oh, God. This was bad.
Rachel knew she should’ve left, but she was glued to her seat, unable to bring herself to stand and walk out.
About 40 minutes later, she sat completely still as the final buzzer echoed through the gym.
The Ballers had won easily. Not surprising, considering who was leading them. She forced herself to casually grab her purse, and start to walk down the bleachers, pretending to check her phone as the teams shook hands at center court.
There was a shift, a change in the air, like someone was moving toward her. She didn’t dare look up, but she didn’t need to. Within seconds, a deep, smooth voice cut through the post-game noise.
“You enjoy the game?”
Rachel froze for a second. Then slowly, she looked up, and there he was.
Standing at the edge of the bleachers, looking directly at her, was him. The mystery player wearing Number 12. Up close, he was even more striking.
Broad shoulders, skin the color of coffee with cream mixed in it, a clean buzzcut, and a short, connected beard that framed his strong jawline.
Then there were his eyes. They were dark brown and had a deep, unreadable gaze that locked onto hers like he was already reading her thoughts.
Rachel’s pulse skyrocketed. For a second, she couldn’t speak.
Then she somehow managed to find her voice. “You played well.”
“Way to play it cool, Rachel,” she thought to herself.
A small grin tugged at the corner of his lips. “Appreciate that. Didn’t think I had any fans.”
Rachel bit the inside of her cheek, shifting slightly in her seat. “I was just ... checking out the competition.”
His grin widened just slightly. “Competition for who?”
Damn. He was sharp, and now he was interested.
He watched her carefully, intrigued. He had definitely seen her at the last game, and she came back tonight. She wasn’t here by accident, and he wanted to know why.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
Rachel hesitated. This was a line. A step into something more dangerous, but as she looked into his eyes, feeling the pull she couldn’t explain ... she answered anyway.
“Rachel.”
He nodded, a satisfied expression crossing his face. “Nice to meet you, Rachel. I’m Jalen.”
Her heart skipped a beat. Now she had a name, and suddenly leaving felt impossible.
Jalen thought he had felt something when he first saw this woman in the bleachers at their previous game, however, he hadn’t taken it seriously at the time, especially since he had seen her leave with one of the guys on the other team.
But now she was back, and the pull felt stronger this time. It had compelled him to investigate almost instinctively. Like her aura somehow pulled him to go over and say hello.
Rachel was yet another stunning woman, with a confident and professional vibe while still being approachable somehow. She had straight long, brown hair with goldish sun kissed highlights, full lips, and bright brown eyes that added to her engaging presence. She had a fit and athletic physique that gave Jalen the impression that she was a former or current athlete herself.
The moment she had said her name, Jalen’s suspicions were confirmed. That feeling. It was the same warm pull that had stopped him in his tracks with three other women before.
This woman, Rachel, was one of them. One of the eight women he was destined to conceive a child with.
Jalen blinked, forcing himself to stay calm.
Rachel tilted her head slightly. “You okay?”
Jalen cleared his throat, forcing a small smile. “Yeah ... just thinking.”
Rachel raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Thinking about what?”
Jalen hesitated. What the hell was he supposed to say? “Thinking about how you’re apparently meant to have my child?” The thought sounded so absurd.
Yeah, no.
Instead, he exhaled through his nose and shrugged lightly. “Just wondering why you’re really here.”
Rachel stiffened slightly but recovered fast. “I told you. Checking out the competition.”
Jalen smiled. “And yet, your man’s team wasn’t even playing tonight.”
Busted.
She looked away as her stomach made all sorts of uncomfortable movements, exhaling a small laugh.
“Maybe I just like basketball.”
Jalen’s gaze softened as he studied her. She was lying to herself. Maybe she didn’t even realize why she was drawn to him yet, but he did, and that changed everything.
He felt his pulse pounding. He was pretty sure Rachel had a boyfriend, and even though he had already fraternized with Sydney, Kristen, and Megan, he still felt uncomfortable with the idea of getting in between two people in a relationship.
Jalen could tell that Rachel was fighting whatever attraction she might have been feeling for him. She couldn’t hide it no matter how hard she tried.
Now he had to pretend like she wasn’t literally meant to be carrying his child someday. How the hell was he supposed to handle this?
He needed to think and process this, but before he could say anything else, Rachel grabbed her purse again and turned toward the exit.
“I should go,” she said.
Jalen blinked, surprised. “You sure?”
Rachel hesitated, like she was second-guessing herself, but then, she nodded.
“Yeah, but ... maybe I’ll see you around.”
Jalen didn’t move. He just watched her turn and head toward the exit, and as she walked away, he exhaled sharply.
“Shit.”
Rachel walked briskly out of the gym, making her way to her car. Her heart was still pounding.
What the hell was that?
She slid into the driver’s seat, closed the door, and gripped the steering wheel tightly. This is done. She wasn’t coming back. She wasn’t doing this. She had a boyfriend. Trevor was good and safe, and Jalen was dangerous.
Rachel got into her car. She took a slow, deep breath, staring at her own reflection in the rearview mirror. She barely knew him. It was just basketball curiosity. It didn’t mean anything.
Then why the hell was her stomach still tight? Why was she still feeling the imprint of his deep brown eyes locking onto hers? Rachel groaned, tilting her head back against the seat.
“No. Stop. This is over,” she thought.
She grabbed her phone, determined to focus on Trevor, but as she opened their last text thread, she hesitated.
Their last conversation was Trevor ranting about his fantasy football team. Nothing about her, their life, or how she was feeling.
Rachel stared at the screen, and for the first time ... she felt completely disconnected from him.
Rachel exhaled and leaned back, closing her eyes. She could tell herself she was done with Jalen. That she was walking away. That this was over before it even started, but deep down? She already knew the truth. She wasn’t done.
Rachel texted Trevor.
Rachel: “Hey, can I come over?”
Trevor responded a minute later:
Trevor: “Yeah. What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Rachel: “I’m fine. I just want to see you.”
Trevor: “Well sure. Come over.”
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Fifteen minutes later, Rachel pulled into Trevor’s apartment complex, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
She had told herself she needed this. She needed to ground herself and remind herself why she was in this relationship in the first place because if she was being honest, she was starting to feel lost.
Trevor greeted her at the door, wearing his usual sweats and a T-shirt, a bottle of beer in his hand.
“Hey, babe.” He leaned in, kissing her cheek. “Come on in.”
Rachel walked inside, setting her purse on the counter, feeling the weight of her own thoughts.
She didn’t waste time.
“Trevor, I’ve been feeling ... off lately.”
Trevor frowned. “Off how?”
Rachel crossed her arms, choosing her words carefully.
“I just don’t feel ... seen ... or fully appreciated.”
Trevor looked caught off guard. “What? Rachel, of course, I appreciate you.”
Rachel nodded but pressed on. “I know you do, but ... sometimes I feel like you’re just going through the motions with me. Like I’m just ... there.”
Trevor sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Damn. I didn’t know you felt that way.”
“Well, I do.”
There was a long pause. Then...
“I’m sorry,” Trevor said.
Rachel blinked, surprised at how quickly he folded.
“I don’t want you feeling like that,” he continued, “I’ll do better, okay? I promise.”
Rachel searched his face, feeling a wave of relief. Maybe she had been overthinking things. Maybe all she needed was for him to actually listen, and now that he had, maybe she could finally move on from whatever the hell had been distracting her.
Trevor wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close, and she found herself closing her eyes as their lips connected in a soft kiss.
Rachel’s thoughts were still racing. “This was good. Trevor cares. Trevor is trying.”
She pulled back and smiled at him, trying to believe it. “Okay.” She said softly.
Trevor grinned. “Okay.”
Rachel leaned into him, willing herself to be fully present. Trevor pulled her into a deeper kiss and Rachel responded in-kind by wrapping her arms around his neck. They continued until Rachel pulled back and led Trevor to his bedroom.
They stripped off their clothes except for Rachel’s bra and climbed into the bed. Trevor grabbed a condom, and she helped him by stroking his cock a few times until it got hard enough for him to strap it on properly before climbing on top of her.
She guided his cock to her entrance where Trevor pushed inside of her. Rachel felt him slide back and forth inside her just as she’d felt numerous times before.
She laid beneath Trevor, eyes closed, breath steady, trying, really trying, to be present with him. This was her boyfriend. The man she’d been with for two and a half years. The man who had just apologized, and who showed that he was trying.
Trevor’s hands moved over her skin, continuing to thrust inside of her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, as he kissed along her neck.
Unfortunately for Rachel, Jalen’s face kept flashing in her mind.
His intense gaze, his deep, smooth voice, his presence, and worst of all. The way he had looked at her after his game.
She clenched her fists against the sheets, willing herself to focus on Trevor and the moment, but no matter how much she tried; she couldn’t shake it.
She felt ... disconnected and detached, even as Trevor moved inside her.
Her body was going through the motions, and her mind was elsewhere, and she hated it.
She hated that Trevor was here, but Jalen was the one lingering in her head. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t right. Yet, it was happening anyway.
A few minutes later, Trevor came and then pulled out of her. He pulled his condom off and tossed it in a trash can nearby.
He then kissed her forehead after, satisfied and relaxed, completely unaware of the battle happening in Rachel’s mind.
“You okay?” he murmured, brushing her hair from her face.
Rachel forced a small smile, nodding. “Yeah. I’m good.”
As Trevor drifted off to sleep beside her though, Rachel stared at the ceiling. Her thoughts were louder than ever. Her stomach twisted, and deep down, she had never been more confused in her life.
The following week, Rachel was at work for her employer, WSB-TV Channel 2-Atlanta, when her boss, Nick Dozier suddenly walked up to her desk.
“Rachel! Glad I caught you. Listen, since you told me you’ve been spending a lot of time observing these recreational sports leagues, I’d like you to do a piece on one of them.”
Rachel sat there staring blankly at Nick. This was not the kind of assignment she wanted.
She had dreams of covering the NBA. Sitting courtside at Hawks games, interviewing pro players, breaking down strategy, and making a name for herself, but instead a local rec league?
She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She knew what this was. A filler piece. Something quick and easy because they needed to fill airtime.
“I mean I do, but will people really gravitate toward this, Nick?” she asked.
Nick waved her off. “Trust me, Rachel, people eat this stuff up. It’s competitive, it’s got drama, it’s perfect for a feel-good sports segment. Just get the story done.”
End of discussion. So, now that Rachel was stuck with this story assignment. Naturally, she’d do a piece on basketball since that’s primarily what she spent her time watching.
She figured she may as well interview Trevor and give him some time in the spotlight since he played in a basketball league.
So, the following evening, Rachel got an official quote from him at his apartment.
“Even though it’s just a rec league, the competition gets intense,” he told her, “A lot of these guys used to play in high school or overseas, so nobody wants to lose.”
Rachel nodded, taking notes, but really, she was just going through the motions.
This story didn’t inspire her at all. She didn’t even want to go to the games on Thursday night, but she had a deadline. So, she’d go, watch, and get the story. Then she’d be done with this.
That Thursday night, Rachel arrived once again at the Buckhead Baptist Church gym. As soon as she stepped inside, she felt it. A tension she wasn’t ready to acknowledge.
The sounds of sneakers squeaking against the floor. The echoing of the basketball bouncing. The roar of players calling out plays. She took a breath and scanned the court, and that’s when she saw them. One of the teams that happened to be playing was “The Ballers”.
Her insides fluttered and her fingers gripped her notepad because there, in the middle of the action, was Jalen.
Rachel felt frozen.
Jalen was locked in. His shots were falling, and his team was in the lead.
Then, midway through the second half, he turned toward the bleachers, looking over the crowd, and he saw her.
Rachel was sitting with her notepad in her lap, wearing a fitted blazer over her blouse, trying to look professional.
Jalen wasn’t fooled because as much as she would try to deny it, he saw the way her eyes lingered on him, and the way she tensed when he looked at her.
She looked down instantly when their eyes met.
“No. Nope. Not happening,” she thought.
She wasn’t going to do this. She was here for work, not him, and she sure as hell wasn’t about to sit here feeling something she didn’t want to feel.
As the game went on though, she kept glancing up, and every time she did, Jalen was already looking at her.
The Ballers won the game. Rachel snapped out of it, quickly jotting down her final notes, telling herself she’d just grab some quick interviews and get out of there.
She planned to speak to one of the referees about the league’s competitiveness as well as one of the players not named Jalen.
Maybe she could even speak with the league organizer if he or she was around. She had zero intention of talking to Jalen, but as she stood up and gathered her things, she saw him walking towards her.
He’d already toweled himself off, still wearing his jersey and shorts, his skin glistening with sweat.
He walked straight up to her, his expression calm but knowing.
“Still just checking out the competition?”
Rachel forced a polite smile. “It’s for work. Doing a piece on the league.”
Jalen nodded, smiling. “Is that right?”
Rachel crossed her arms. “It is.”
Jalen tilted his head slightly, studying her. “And here I was thinking you were just checking up on me.”
Rachel felt her stomach churn and her heart pounded, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she scoffed lightly.
“Not everything is about you, Jalen.”
Jalen chuckled. “If you say so.”
For a moment, neither of them moved. The sounds of the gym faded into the background. Rachel knew she should end this conversation. She should say “Nice game” and walk away.
She didn’t though, and neither did Jalen because even though neither of them admitted it, they both felt the pull, tension, and undeniable thing growing between them.
Rachel swallowed hard. She was in danger because she could feel it happening. The same thing she had promised herself she wouldn’t let happen. They talked for a little while with Rachel mostly explaining what her story piece was about.
Unfortunately, she didn’t realize how much time went by standing there talking to Jalen.
“Shit!” She said, suddenly realizing that she still needed to do her interviews.
Rachel clenched her jaw as she looked around the emptying gym. The referees were gone. Most of the players had already left, and the league organizer was nowhere to be found.
She had gotten so caught up in Jalen that she missed her chance to speak to the people she actually needed for her story. Now her only real interview option was standing right in front of her.
Jalen leaned against the bleachers, arms crossed, watching her carefully. He had noticed the moment she realized her mistake, and now, she was stalling, trying to figure out a way out of this.
There wasn’t one.
Rachel let out a slow breath, finally looking at him.
Jalen raised an eyebrow. “Problem?”
Rachel sighed. “You know damn well what the problem is.”
Jalen grinned, shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t think I do.”
Rachel gave him a look, then hesitated. She hated that she had to do this, but her deadline was tomorrow, and like it or not, Jalen was her last shot at getting a decent interview.
Rachel groaned, rubbing her forehead. “I need a player interview.”
Jalen shrugged. “Sounds like a good idea.”
Rachel narrowed her eyes. “Would you just—damn it, Jalen, will you do the damn interview or not?”
Jalen chuckled, enjoying this way too much. Then he nodded. “I got you.”
Rachel exhaled, trying to ignore the relief that washed over her. She pulled out her notepad and phone recorder, preparing herself for what should be a professional, straightforward interview.
She already knew, though, that nothing about this was going to be straightforward.
Rachel started with the basics.
“Tell me about your experience in the league.”
Jalen gave her a solid answer, talking about the competition, the talent level, how the league attracted former high school, overseas, and even former college players.
Fine, good and safe. She scribbled down notes.
Then she moved to the next question.
“What’s your approach to the game?”
Jalen smiled. “Same as my approach to life. I keep my composure, take my time, and when I see the right opening ... go all in.”
Rachel’s pen stopped mid-sentence. She knew that wasn’t just about basketball. Their eyes locked. Her heart pounded harder, but she refused to let him get to her.
Rachel forced herself to focus. “And what would you say sets you apart from the other players in the league?”
Jalen leaned in slightly. “I know what I want, and when I see it, I don’t waste time pretending I don’t.”
Rachel swallowed hard. Okay. This wasn’t just flirting. This was a challenge. A silent dare hanging between them.
She knew she should shut it down, and keep it strictly professional, but instead against her better judgement she let the tension simmer. The truth was, as much as she hated to admit it, she liked it. Too much even.
She forced herself to regain control. She quickly asked a few safe questions like his favorite moment in the league, thoughts on team chemistry, etc.
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