Flight of Fancy

by Jennifer White

 

Jerald was a mean drunk. Some people get loose, some get giddy. But for some like Jerald, once enough alcohol has been consumed, it is anger that pours forth. He knew better, but when his plane was delayed three hours during the stopover at Chicago O'Hare airport, he went to the bar and drank heavily.

Now he was crammed into a small seat next to a fat guy, he was tired, and late. A baby in the row behind him kept wailing away crying, and he felt like turning around and slapping the mother. She didn't even try to make it shut up!

Then worst of all, the stewardess treated him so badly. He went to get his briefcase, and she told him to sit down.

"Can't you see that the captain has the fasten seat belt sign illuminated? You need to remain seated until we have reached a comfortable cruising altitude, in case of any unexpected turbulence."

Then when she came around with the drinks, she refused to serve him!

"Don't you think you've had enough sir? I am not allowed to sell a drink to someone in your condition. How about a complimentary beverage? Soda? Water? Tea or coffee?"

"Screw it Connie" he said, reading her name off her ID badge. "Get your complimentary ass outta here, and get someone who will give me some decent service! I'm going to sue the airline for such poor treatment. You get us onboard late, then treat us like dirt."

"It was the weather sir. I can't control the weather."

That caused an even worse tirade from Jerald. Connie was on the verge of calling in the captain, to threaten him with charges if he went any further. But instead, she decided to do something worse to him.

She went to the lead flight attendant, and explained what was going on. She had worked with Catherine since a flight long ago, when she had picked a fight herself. But that was so long ago, it seemed like a different life.

 

After she told Catherine about the man in seat 19D, she went back to her rounds. Catherine herself went to see the man.

"I understand you have a problem with the service on this flight?" she said sweetly.

"Yes. Your stewardess keeps picking on me, won't let me get my briefcase, and now she won't let me have a drink!"

"Sir, you are slurring your words. You sound and smell intoxicated. We are trained *not* to serve people in your condition."

"I ain't drunk" he roared, showing everyone within hearing range that the opposite was true.

"Very well sir. Why don't you go back with me to the galley in the rear of the plane, and we will see what can find for you to drink there."

"That's more like it! You're all right, babe" he said.

Catherine shook her head. This was one of the worst ones she had seen. She led him to the galley in the back, where the meal was being prepared.

"Don't you have to use the little boy's room, while I fix your drink?" she said.

Jerald hadn't noticed it before, but yes, he really had to go! He turned his back on her, and ran into the lavatory. That allowed Catherine to make her special cocktail, that she only concocted for special situations, like this one.

 

A minute later, Jerald returned. She handed him the plastic cup filled with a clear bubbly liquid, and a wedge of lime.

"Vodka and tonic?" he asked.

"Drink up" said Catherine.

Jerald slammed it all in one gulp, then took a cube of ice to chew on, with an obnoxiously loud noise. Catherine pushed Jerald against the wall with her hand, and it surprised him how easily he moved. She got very close to him, and started to talk. But it made no sense.

"I find that it is quite a humbling experience to serve, rather than to be served" she said. "And once you've walked a mile in a flight attendant's shoes, you will understand her much better. You have rows 6-18. Take your cart and go."

Jerald stared at her, confused. She put his hands on a serving cart, and pointed up the aisle.

"Go!" she said. He started marching forward, even though he didn't want to. It was like she had prodded him somehow.

"Oh Miss?" said a man to Jerald's left. He kept walking.

"Stewardess, can you help me with my bag?" said a woman on the left side. Again, Jerald kept walking. Here it was, row 6.

"Excuse me Miss, did they remember my vegetarian meal?" asked the woman in 6A.

Jerald looked around. There was nobody there but him.

"Is there something wrong Miss? What about my meal?" said the woman.

They were calling him 'Miss'? What was that all about?

A boy on the other side of the aisle yanked on Jerald's skirt.

"I'm hungry" he said.

Jerald was about to smack him, when he realized something. He was wearing a skirt! He looked down, and saw that he was in a dark blue flight attendant's uniform! He had on a white blouse, blue blazer, and a matching blue skirt down to the knees. He wore black nylons, and sensible shoes with only a little bit of a heel. But that wasn't the worst part.

The worse was that the blouse flared out in the front, where the large mounds on his chest filled his bra and pushed outward. He had big breasts. And curved hips. Without even touching it, he realized what he had between his legs now too.

All of a sudden, he panicked as he realized that he was a woman now. He ran back to the lavatory, and closed the door. He looked at himself in the mirror.

He saw, looking back, a young woman of 24 or 25. She had long black hair, a pretty face, and a gorgeous body. The name tag on her blazer said "Cheryl". But it was him! No! Impossible! He would prove it.

He pulled down the skirt, the nylons, and the panties. There. See? It was....no!!! It was gone! Now he had nothing between his legs! Just a....warm inviting slit. He put his finger on it, and noticed how pretty his nails were.

"No! Stop! I'm not pretty. Those are no my nails!" he thought, but it was untrue. The mirror didn't lie. He was really a girl now. A flight attendant named Cheryl.

"Cheryl, quit playing with your makeup! You have hungry passengers to serve. Get out here, and get to work!" said Catherine in the commanding voice. He hurried to put his clothes back on, and to get out of the door.

"You will go serve the passengers now. Your name is Cheryl, and you are a flight attendant! Now get to work!"

He almost ran up the aisle, to get back to his cart.

"Hi, I'm Cheryl. Sorry for the delay. Here's your vegetarian meal. And for you sir, would you like the chicken or the beef?"

* * *

 

After handing out all the meals, and taking grief from several passengers about the speed of service, Cheryl's feet were sore. He had to sit down. But Catherine ordered him to go and collect the trash.

"But I just handed out the meals" he said.

"And they are done in the front. Now go get the trash."

He took a cart for the garbage, went to the front, and began to collect the food trays. It was dirty and nasty, touching dishes that other people had eaten with. When he was done, he had to wash his hands to feel better.

"Now go see if anyone wants another drink" said Catherine. "Then you can check the sink in the rear right lavatory. A passenger complained about an odor. No go!"

Cheryl went scurrying off to do Catherine's bidding. What was it about her that made her so hard to resist? She would tell him to do something, and he would jump! He was still trying to make sense of what had happened to him.

He was Cheryl now. He felt like himself, but he was in a girl's body. And here he was serving the passengers! He should have someone serving him, but no...he was doing it himself. And many of them were treating him poorly. Some were demanding, and didn't even say 'thanks' when he did what they asked.

"I need to get a clean diaper for my baby. Will you hold her?" asked one woman.

"I said gin and tonic, not vodka!" complained one man.

"You're out of lemons? That is terrible! I'm writing to complain about you" said one woman.

And worst of all, the guy in the back with too much to drink tried to ask him out on a date!

"So, when we get in, why don't you save some money on a hotel room, and stay with me tonight? What do you say babe?"

Cheryl just smiled and turned away without insulting him. Like he had been trained to do.

 

Trained??? He had never been trained! Why did he suddenly know what to do? He realized something then and there: there were things in this girl's mind, and they were starting to leak into his!

He had to stop that. He couldn't allow any female thoughts into his head. That would be the worst thing! It was bad enough being a girl in body, but he wasn't going to loose his mind, and let some woman take over.

He walked over to Catherine, who was sitting on the jump seat reading a book.

"What the hell is going on? What have you done to me?"

"Isn't it obvious? I turned you into a woman who is a flight attendant. Now you are learning what it is that we go through to make our living. It is not the most pleasant job sometimes, and the passengers can be very hard to deal with after a long delay."

"But my mind...I just remembered my training."

"Ah yes, Cheryl's thoughts. Over time, you will find more and more of them in 'your' mind. You still think of yourself as a man, don't you? Well over time, that will change if I make you stay like this. Perhaps if you are a good girl, when we arrive, I might allow you to go back to your former life."

"Please! I would do anything!" said Cheryl.

"Then why don't you go and look at that sink like I asked you before?"

* * *

 

The flight was coming in for final approach, and Cheryl had to prepare the cabin for landing. Collect the rest of the garbage. Make sure the carry-on luggage was safely stowed. Make sure everyone had their seat belts on. Make sure the seats and tray tables were in the upright and locked position. And make sure that the equipment in the galley was locked down so it wouldn't move around during landing. And pour out the extra coffee into the drain so it wouldn't spill. And make sure the lavatories were empty. He remembered one flight where a woman was in the there while the plane landed, and...

No! That was one of Cheryl's memories. He tried not to allow it to happen, and to concentrate, but her memories kept seeping into his mind. He realized that the more of her that was in his head, the more he would *be* her. And the less of him that would be left. He was even more determined now not to let that happen.

Cheryl finally sat down and strapped himself in for landing on the jump seat. It was a nice smooth landing into Fort Lauderdale International Airport, and now it was time to get the passenger's off the plane.

He helped them get their bags down, get off the plane in an orderly manner, and give a friendly "buh-bye" to them. Like he had been trained to do. A shiver went up and down his spine as he realized that it had happened again.

He was still terrified about being in a woman's body. But it was like being on autopilot, how to act towards the customers, and what to do. He was very thankful when the last customer was off the airplane, and the crew gathered up their personal belongings.

"Don't forget your bag" said Catherine, pointing to one in the overhead bin.

Cheryl took down the bag, which was one of the newer ones on wheels. A soft bag clipped on the top. He also had a purse that he held carefully, as if it would bite him. He saw the other girls (another shocking thing to even think) put their purse straps over their shoulders, and use their arms to hold it close to their bodies, so it could not be easily stolen in the busy airport. So he did the same, but felt very uncomfortable and self conscious about having a purse.

He followed the others, who led him to a bus which they rode to a hotel where they were all going to stay.

"I hope its on the ocean" said Cheryl, still not accustomed to the soft high pitched voice that spoke when he said something.

"Oh silly, the airlines don't pay *that* much. We get a budget hotel, off the freeway."

The bus pulled up, and the girls all piled out. While riding, they removed their employee ID cards, so Cheryl followed suit. They all checked in, and waited until the last one was registered before they headed up to their rooms.

"It's 8pm girls. Lets unpack, call your husbands, get into something comfortable, and meet down here in 45 minutes. Then we'll go get some dinner."

Catherine turned to Cheryl.

"You should wear shorts or a skirt. We might go wade in the ocean when we walk on the beach. And you should wear nice shoes, but not heels. I'll meet you back here. Call me if you have any problems."

Cheryl went up to his room, and unpacked the suitcase. The clothes were only a little wrinkled, so he figured he could just wear them as they were. There were several outfits to choose from, for various climates. Tonight they were in Florida, tomorrow they'd be in Chicago. So there was a 40 degree swing in the weather for this trip.

Cheryl found a black skirt at a blue top that seemed to match. It was sort of silky, and had very thin straps. He took off his airline uniform, and hung it up. The dark hose he left on the floor with the panties. He wanted to wear a fresh pair.

He put the skirt on, then the top. But there was a problem: it was a small enough top that you could see a lot of the bra. The front was cut into a V, and you could clearly see the white bra cups. And the wide white bra straps were not even covered by the thin blue straps from the top.

Cheryl took the top off, then took off the bra. In the mirror, he saw his large bosom now for the first time. It was shocking! He could not believe that he was a girl. He could not believe that he had such big tits. They jiggled as they moved.

He pulled the blue to back on, and now it looked much better. He showed a lot of cleavage. You could still see red marks on his shoulder where the straps from the bra had pulled down all day. But he felt much less constricted with it off. He looked at the bra, and felt the underwire. What a contraption! He had a sinking feeling about having to wear one of those every day.

He just had to get back to being himself. He couldn't take this much longer. He continued to unpack the bag, hoping to get his mind off of his predicament. But every item he removed reminded him more and more that he was a woman now.

One of the last things he removed from the suitcase was a makeup bag. He put it on the counter by the sink in the bathroom. He looked in the mirror, and instinctively started to apply lipstick, mascara and eye shadow. Then he let his long hair down, then fixed it up, making it look neat and nice. More of Cheryl's memories. It seemed that the ones that came into his mind were ones that deal with *how* to do something. At least they weren't so bad, he never would have known what to do without them.

He pulled on a pair of shoes, and headed downstairs to the lobby. As he stood in the elevator, he put his room key card into his purse. His purse! He hadn't remembered picking it up, but he did it. It was like an automatic reaction for this body he guessed. But it really bothered him that he had just done something that a woman would do *automatically*, without even having thought about it.

That meant....that he was becoming Cheryl on a subconscious level too! Not only were her memories penetrating his conscious mind, but his unconscious mind too! You do so many things all day that you don't think of. Like how you walk, or how you move. Things that are just so much a part of your every day life that you don't *have* to think about them. How many other female things was he doing now, without realizing it?

 

The girls took a cab downtown, the strip of restaurants and clubs along the coastline. They selected a seafood place, and waited at the bar to be seated. Cheryl took special notice of how he was walked, how he moved his hands when he talked, or how he would brush the long hair back from his eyes. All Cheryl things, not Jerald things. He wished he had been more observant at first. Was he doing these things all along, or was she having more and more influence over his mind?

Cheryl looked at the busy bars, restaurants, and the strip clubs. As Jerald, he had been here many times, and had enjoyed watching the nude women gyrate for him. He would have loved to go into one of those places tonight. It was chilling to realize though, that if he did go in, he would be qualified to be one of the dancers on stage, not one of the oglers paying money to watch them. He quickly changed his mind about trying out a place after dinner!

They sat down for dinner, and Cheryl was grumpy. After all that he had been through for the day, it was understandable. But the girls, particularly Catherine would not leave him alone.

"What do you think about that cute waiter?" asked Connie.

It was an area of thought that Cheryl didn't want to get into. He still thought of himself as a man, even in his new female body. And even though women are attracted to men, he didn't want to even allow himself to think like that. He couldn't. He was a man inside!

But Catherine was determined not to let him off the hook. She had some strange power over him, so when she started on him, he dreaded the results.

"Tell me Cheryl, when you see that cute guy, how do you feel?"

"I hate this" replied Cheryl.

"That is not an emotion. Now tell me, how do you *feel*?"

Cheryl knew that women were supposed to experience emotions and feelings differently then men did. He was afraid that some of that was already in his mind, or might seep in too. But up to this point, he had denied it. But now Catherine gave him an order. And he was unable to resist when she told him to do something. He just *had* to do it.

He looked inside, and was quiet for a moment as wave after wave of realization swept over him. First he realized one thing: there were a whole world of emotions bubbling up from under the surface. They had been there all along, but he had tuned them out. Like how you don't notice the sound of the ocean surf in the background after a while. It's there, but you don't hear it.

But now she had forced him to tune in to what his heart was saying, and what he *felt* inside.

"Look at him!" said Catherine.

"I...I feel tingly" said Cheryl. "I feel scared. I feel warm down there, between my legs. Its as if....I...I'm getting wet."

"See, she's very excitable" said Connie.

"You get aroused *very* easily" whispered Catherine into his ear. "Seeing that you used to be a man, you should understand that."

Cheryl just stared at Catherine, with wide open 'doe eyes'. He was reeling inside, going through the trauma of realizing that his new female body was attracted to men. It was *his* body now, so that meant that *he* was attracted to men. No! That couldn't be! He looked up to Catherine for help, but she just smiled back. She was enjoying this, seeing him squirm.

"Please, can we talk?" he asked her. "Alone?"

"Sure Cheryl. Lets take a walk" said Catherine, giving a wink to Connie. Connie remembered a similar moment years ago when she had first become a woman. The other girls in the crew knew just what Cheryl felt like too. Catherine's whole crew had come to her this way. But Cheryl had no way to know it, and what her destiny really was.

 

"Look Catherine, I don't know who you really are, or how you did this to me, but I just want to say that I'm really sorry for how I acted today. I will never treat another flight attendant poorly again in my life. I swear to you. I will do *anything*! Please, just let me go back to who I really am."

"You guess correctly Cheryl, that I did this to you to teach you a lesson. But I am not satisfied. You see, it's not just how you treated Connie today that is your problem. It is you attitude towards women in general. I made you become one of us, because that is the one thing that you most dread inside. You *hate* the idea of a woman running your life, or telling you what to do. You think us inferior."

"No!" protested Cheryl.

"I know what is in your heart. You cannot hide it from me. I saw your face as you drove by the strip club. You wanted to go in, didn't you? Or the waitress tonight. You weren't very nice to her. We're both in the position of serving customers. I would think that you would have empathy for her, and try your best to treat her with respect."

"But she's just a waitress. Its her job to serve us" said Cheryl defensively.

"See? You just proved my point. No Cheryl, you haven't learned your lesson. And for that reason, I am not going to change you back. In fact, I have decided that you need quite a bit more conditioning. So I am giving you a choice."

"A choice?" said Cheryl.

"Yes. You can stay as you are right now, and serve on my crew for ten years. At the end of that time, I will release you from my service, and you can return to your former self, or stay as Cheryl. Whatever suits you best."

Cheryl shook her had. Not a good option.

"Or as an alternative, you can work for me, for just nine months before I release you. However, there would be one condition: I will tell you to do a task, and you *must* do it."

"And that would be all? I would be free to go?"

"Exactly" said Catherine, smiling. "The choice is yours."

"Well then, I pick nine months" said Cheryl.

Catherine smiled. They always took the bait.

"Now Cheryl, you realize that if you fail to carry out the task I am assigning you, then you will be stuck for the rest of your life, just as you are?"

"Yes" he replied.

"Very good. And you took this option of your own free will, correct?"

"Yes. What is it I must do?"

"That cute waiter we saw at the restaurant? Your task is to seduce him, and bed him tonight."

"Bed him?"

"Make love. I'm sure he'll be glad to drop you off at the hotel when you're done. But don't stay out too late, we have a 7:00 flight in the morning, so you need to be ready to leave the hotel at 6."

"I can't do that! I can't make love to....to a man."

"Then you'd prefer to stay this way *forever*?"

"No, but...."

"You had better get going. Time is wasting. What if some other hot babe picks him up before you do?"

Cheryl walked back to the restaurant steaming mad inside. Catherine had tricked him, and now he faced the choice of screw a guy, or be a woman forever. He needed a drink. He went over to the bar. He looked up, and saw the waiter himself, putting in a drink order for one of his tables.

"Hi" said the waiter.

Cheryl felt that tingle inside again, and that strange excitement. Part of him wanted to run away. Part of him wanted to cry. But part of him *did* want to 'bed' him.

"Hi yourself" said Cheryl in a sultry tone. "I'm Cheryl. Nice to meet you."

* * *

 

"It looks like they're flirting" said Connie. "Cheryl chose the nine month option?"

"They always do" replied Catherine. "Men don't *think* of the implications before the choose. And they think in their minds that they are strong enough to overcome their new bodies. But I think that Cheryl will truly emerge after tonight."

They all giggled. They knew exactly what Catherine meant.

* * *

 

Cheryl found himself at Tony's apartment, just blocks away from the restaurant. When he heard her offer, he got a buddy to cover for him. He didn't get a hot chick wanting to take him home all that often. So he jumped at the opportunity. He was in the kitchen, getting some drinks together for them, while Cheryl was sitting on the couch.

For his part, Cheryl's heart was beating *way* to fast. His female body had responded willingly to even the slightest touch from Tony, and it really scared him. But he *had* to do this, or he'd be stuck for life. He needed a drink. A very strong drink.

Tony was amazed at how quickly Cheryl sucked down the strong drink he had mixed. And even more surprised when she did his too. She asked for a refill, and he was only too glad to get another for his date.

Cheryl was used to drinking, from when he was Jerald. But in a body this small, he wasn't prepared for how hard the two drinks hit him. He was very tipsy and giggly by the time that Tony got back. He had even drank enough now, that he no longer cared. He just wanted to get it over with.

"Take me" he said, slurring the words.

Tony picked Cheryl up, and carried him off to the bedroom. All resistance was broken down, and Cheryl didn't even try to stop him as Tony removed his skirt. Off came the top and the panties. Cheryl kicked the shoes off into the corner. He was completely naked on the bed.

He closed his eyes as Tony touched him all over, and got him really wet inside. He pretended not to feel it as Tony slid in, but Cheryl was forced to open his mouth and gasp as he felt Tony penetrate deep inside. Cheryl let out a low moan.

As Tony rocked back and forth, harder and harder, in and out, Cheryl's body was in rapture. He moaned loudly now.

"Yes!! Oh yes!" said Cheryl.

"You're so pretty baby" said Tony. "You've got such great tits."

"Oh!!!" was all that Cheryl could manage to say.

 

When it was done, Cheryl's body quivered. What a feeling! It was impossible to describe. It was better than drugs. He didn't even mind that Tony was holding him close. The warm felt good.

"I have to be up early. I need to get back to the hotel" said Cheryl.

"I'll pay for your cab" said Tony. "Get dressed, I'll give them a call."

Cheryl went into the bathroom to clean up. His hair was all mussed up hopelessly, and Tony didn't have the tools necessary to fix it up. His makeup was smeared too, so he just washed up his face as best he could, until he could get some makeup remover.

He put on his clothes, except the panties.

"For you" he said, handing them to Tony. "As a reminder."

"Next time you're in town, you call me. Okay?" said Tony, kissing Cheryl.

"Okay" said Cheryl, trembling.

"Here's $50. That will get you to the airport. Keep the change."

Cheryl looked up at him, and suddenly felt completely insulted. Did he really think that telling her to keep the money was a nice gesture? Did he think she was some whore who did this for money? She was seething mad, but didn't let it show on her face.

She walked away, the stopped the moment she got out the door.

"Wait!" she thought. She realized what was wrong. *She*! She was thinking of herself as 'she' now.

"I'm a woman" she whispered.

Something had happened while she was in the throes of orgasm. The floodgates had opened, and Cheryl's memories had flooded into her brain. She knew who she used to be, but she knew that she *used* to be him. She was no longer him. She was a *woman*.

In the cab, on the way back, Cheryl didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. She felt *free*. But she felt vulnerable. She felt *alive*. But she felt trapped. She felt pretty and feminine, but that scared her to the bone.

But she was desperate and determined to hang on to whatever was left of her former self, before that washed away too.

* * *

 

In the morning, Cheryl showered, put on her uniform, packed, and met Catherine and the rest of her crew in the lobby, right on time.

"So" said Catherine. "How does it feel to be a *woman*?"

"Last night felt so wonderful! But..."

"But what?" asked Connie.

"But something happened inside. I *know* that I'm a woman now. Its like part of me melted away, and I'm more Cheryl now than Jerald."

That made Connie laugh.

"She doesn't even realize" she said.

"Realize what?" asked Cheryl.

"Cheryl, do you know the significance of nine months?"

"That's how long I have to be Cheryl."

"And?"

"And that's how long it takes for a..."

She cut herself off as she realized. Nine months! Of course! But no, it couldn't be. She looked up to Catherine.

"You realize now. You're pregnant. You're going to be a mommy!"

"Congratulations!" said Connie. The others gave her hugs, adding their own best wishes.

"I'm going to have a baby?" said Cheryl.

"Yes dear. But we can discuss that later. We have a plane to catch!"

* * *

 

Cheryl gave one last push, and felt the surge of pain. But the intense stretching became less and less, and moments later, she heard the doctor give the good news.

"You have a baby girl. Congratulations!" he said, placing the baby in her arms.

"I have a baby!" said Cheryl. The tears flowing were more for joy than the pain she had gone through moments ago. "A baby girl!"

It had been a whirlwind for the past nine months. Catherine had been like a mother to her, preparing her for this moment. So she wasn't surprised that when she was ready for visitors the next day, that Catherine herself was the first one who came to see her.

"She's beautiful. She has your eyes" said Catherine, holding little Cathy in her arms.

"And her father's nose" added Cheryl.

"I came here to see you for another reason Cheryl" she said, handing the baby back to her proud mother.

"Oh, what's that?"

"Today is exactly nine months from that night in Florida. Today I release you from your service. You can of course stay with me, and be part of my crew. Or you can go back to your old life. It's your choice."

"What are you saying?" said Cheryl, confused.

"You can become Jerald again if you want" said Catherine. "You can be a man again."

"Why in the world would I want to be a man?" said Cheryl, holding her baby close to her bosom. "What kind of crazy talk is that?"

"I promised you a choice, and I always keep my promises" said Catherine.

"Well, thank you, but for me, there *is* no choice. I am Cathy's mommy, and *that* is who I really am. I would never go back."

"I'm glad you picked so wisely" said Catherine.

"I'm going to take a few years off to raise the children. Once they get older, I might come back to work as a flight attendant. But for now, I'm going to stay home with Tony, and concentrate on my family."

"Again, a very wise choice" said Catherine. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me."

"You're such a good friend" said Cheryl, smiling. "I will never forget you."

 

Catherine walked out of the hospital, and headed towards the airport. Some day, Cheryl would want to join her crew again. They always did. But now she had an opening. But there were plenty of rude male passengers out there. She was sure they'd find their next girl soon.

 

The End.

  

  

  

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