The Witches of Zurratemicoño

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All English translations are done as honestly as possible by a non-native speaker. However, if there are any mistakes, please feel free to comment.

🇪🇦 spanish version

Don´t believe in witches, but there

are some... and very slutty"

    We got lost again with Google Maps, confesses a pissed off Charo, the blonde secretary of a management company and the most astute of the little group of five hikers. I could have sworn we were on the right track, but the app has been messed up again and we seem to be more lost than the rice boat.

    His group of friends, all in their thirties, look at each other in astonishment. They are unaware that since entering the magical Galician region of Zurratemicoño they have activated mysterious forces beyond their comprehension.

    The rest of the motley crew is made up of Karlos, a car mechanic by profession and Charo's constant boyfriend. He is a very direct and funny guy. He is also a bit fed up with Charo and her constant reproaches to his approach to life. Then there is Angustias, Angus for her friends and Charo's BFF. She is an Asian girl adopted as a child by her parents from Murcia and mega posh, vegan, hippie, very Zen, nature-loving and all those woke things that are currently in fashion. As she's an unbridled sponge of influences and trends, everything about her is a chaos, even the way she dresses. She wears a scarf with coins in a gypsy style or, like today, a military parka, baggy trousers, and her hair painted in layers of pink and green. To make things even worse, she continues to touch each other's balls, stopping every five minutes to hug a tree, commenting on the synergy and good vibes in the forest.

    The athletic Tomás, Carlos's lifelong friend, is a salesman at IKEA, and he fucked Charo last New Year's Eve while his friend was sleeping it off on the sofa. Charo asked him, or rather blackmailed him, by all that's holy not to tell anyone, least of all Karlos. That, if he left the peak, revealing the slip, he would put at stake his long-lasting friendship with his friend and his courtship. Tomás assured Charo that he would never do it and, a few weeks later, as a reinforcement of her silence and goodwill, he warned her a few seconds before cumming in her mouth and dyed hair while her boyfriend Karlos went to get a loaf of rustic bread from the Chinese shop. The curtains were an extra point in his cumshot. Since that day, she has had it in for Tomás. To take advantage of her again. What does he think he's doing, in her mouth and hair? Has he any idea how hard it is to get cum stains out of the curtains?

    Carmelo, perhaps the most vulgar of them all, works delivering pizzas for the Pizza Lord chain and he's crazy about fucking Angus. The Zen vibe, the way she slurs her words, her slanted eyes and her friend's big tits make her stiffer than a poisoned dog's paw. Angus doesn't usually wear a bra, she says it's a repression against her body and an imposition of patriarchal society, and that makes her breasts stand out deeply in her vaporous blouse and in poor Carmelo's retina. He repeats, in a different formulation, all the fake-truths that she recites in her mystical journeys, so that one of these, he can take advantage of them and fuck the shit out of her and take away all that nonsense. Then he will go back to eating red meat, stop being in tune with his inner self and give up the mystical bullshit.

    Unbeknownst to our unwary hikers, just a few miles away, Silvana, the Supreme Witch with long platinum blonde hair, from the dreaded region of Zurratemicoño, stirs a steaming brew in her cauldron. One that will subdue the will of the party once they set foot in her magical inn within the forest. His brew is a variant of the dreaded Queimada. More potent and with added necromantic.

    His two daughters, Aramis, and Paula, who have turned out to be rather whores to his misfortune, have only tonight to get pregnant and thus be able to climb the ranks in the select witches' circle with an offspring to continue his noble lineage.

    The previous years were a resounding and resounding failure, and their bitter, and very whorish, enemy Red Lily has an appreciable lead in the sympathies of the consortium, having successfully incorporated, last year, her apprentice Pumpkin Candy.

    -Aramis, have you recited the spell I told you to break all the cell phones as I command you?

    -Yes, Mum, snorts a bored, purple-haired, bluntly shaped Aramis as she adjusts her garter belts and fishnet stockings. This morning I already did, when Paula, on her new Nimbus69 broom, watched the peckish travellers enter the forest.

    -Good, good. Tonight’s the night says Silvana inwardly. Let my daughters fuck the hikers and let them impregnate them like cows. We're great at riding brooms, but we're even better at riding cocks. No one can’t resist us. She knows it well. Very well. And even if tonight she doesn't need to be touched by a cock, maybe she'll make an exception and indulge herself. After all, she's looks more like the big sister of her slutty daughters than their mother. One who takes care of herself and puts on her creams.

    Silvana adds a little sugar to the concoction as she looks spitefully at Otto, the cat. A bewitched Austrian traveller transformed to a cat who got a bit too clever last year. He fucked them all, one after the other, only to confess that he had been sterile since he started wearing shorts. He also confessed that he was not German, as he said at the beginning, but Austrian. It’s not the same! It's like comparing a tank with a waltz. What a pissed off Supreme got. A wave of the magic wand and wham, black cat for the rest of his life. Fuck him. Now he can watch the whole day and lick his balls.

    -By Mephistopheles' split beard, how salty its tastes again, grunts Silvana as she tries her speciality again, which will make the hikers horny as hell.

    She shouts to Paula not to forget to add a pinch of mistletoe, in a little while, when the first bubbles form. This addition will give a special, magical flavour to the concoction, as well as boosting the reproductive capacity of the males. It is essential not to forget it. It wouldn't be the first time it's happened to your slutty daughter.

    This time, she orders Aramis to cast the spell to start a torrential downpour that will force the tourists to seek shelter in her inn. Just the thought of her evil plan turns her on like a horny dog and she can't help but put two fingers to her flaming clitoris to calm her nerves. And they haven't left litres and litres of milk, witches, wizards, plumbers, and apprentice in her magical, witchy cunt. Ah, those long initiation trips through old Europe when she was still a girl. Romania, Germany, Croatia, Valdepeñas. What nice memories.

    And while her eldest daughter successfully invokes the complex climatic spell, our blond long-haired supreme cums between loud gasps by the boiler. The violent spasms almost make her spill the contents of the cauldron. Fortunately, she has time to grab hold of the rim of the big pot to balance herself. Otto's leering gaze is the only mute witness to her slip.

    -Good Lord, it's raining cats and dogs, and we're just messing around in the woods.... Are you sure that shit doesn't answer? -Carmelo snorts, pointing to his mobile phone. So much mobile and so much bullshit for nothing.

    -And where's yours, you caveman? -asks Charo, looking up.

    -I left it at home... charging it, confesses Carmelo, looking down with the urgent need to put his hands in the pockets of his military trousers.

    -Let Angus rub up against a tree and I asked her where we can get in, says Karlos, the self-proclaimed new king of comedy.

-It won't be necessary; I can see a light! Let's go, replies Charo, who, together with Angustias, is more drenched than the rest in the unfathomable mysteries of the forest.

    

    As they run for shelter, towards the building, the cloud chases them, pouring its rain over their heads.

    Within minutes, our lost hikers are knocking with their knuckles on the door of the inn, The Cat Who Is Sad and Blue, dimly lit. On one side, tied with a Kryptonite chain, next to three bicycles without saddles, are three brooms. Aramis opens them, dressed all in tight black latex, pointy cap, and matching chandelier. Her tits are going to pop out on one of these and if they do, she'll put an eye out for each of them. Her nipples are so hard they could rip her dress. The guys don't miss a beat and some parts of her manly anatomy are already getting a little bit more aroused.

    -Come in, mortals! -Aramis replies, not waiting for them to ask, and regretting his next statement a second later in the same way. -We've been waiting for you; we've got everything ready!

    Tomás elbows Karlos in the side and whispers with a chuckle that they've ended up at Hogwarts with the Sorting Hat and that he's a Slytherin because of the snake between his legs. Karlos doesn't even know who Hogwarts or Slytherin is, but he laughs anyway to hide it. That's what he does a lot, he laughs to disguise it. Karlos, to be honest, is a bit stupid.

    The red-haired witch Paula arrives with some towels for the men and bad mmos for the girls. Like her sister, she's wearing a pointy hat and a super-tight dress that shows off her splendid figure. A hard ass for splitting logs. Seeing Charo and Angus's frowns, she apologises smarmily and invites them to go into a separate room so they can change their clothes while they prepare a meal. They readily agree. Meanwhile Silvana, upstairs, dressed only in a flowing dressing gown, finishes her second bottle of wine. It's going well, she says to herself, and steps on Otto's tail again without wanting to avoid it. The cat snorts at her and Silvana steps on it again.

    -Please drink these bowls of Queimada first. To warm you up. -Paula says, offering them the magical concoction, which will make them stiffer than a groom on his wedding day and will make the girls lesbian, very lesbian, so that they won't get their arses in a twist during the next planned mating.

    Angus takes a sip of the liquid and keeps repeating, "Its tastes so good, Charo!" to his friend as she changes her clothes. Charo can't help but watch intently as her friend Angus, as she undresses in front of her, looks hot. She's ready to suck her tits and to lick her eco-pussy to the max. I'm not like that, she thinks as she licks her lips. Both her lips are wet, top, and bottom.

    Aramis picks up the boys' wet towels one by one. Of course, she takes the opportunity to drop them all, bend over and give them a free front row ticket to Butt-Vision. An unseemly G-string is the only thing she's wearing, and her plump vaginal lips greedily embrace her underwear. A tattoo of runes adorns her pale thigh.

    -Don't just stand there, boys! You're going to catch cold in the end, we'll have to tuck you into bed to keep you warm, Paula scolds them, biting her index finger. Come with me to the dining room and we'll give you something warm by the fire to take the shivering away.

    Neither of them notices the witches' pointed hats tip and twist to pass through the corridor door into the dining room motu proprio.

    When the girls come down to the dining room, they find the boys sitting at a large table with a colourful tablecloth that kisses the floor. They are strangely quiet and a little serious.

    -How's it going in here, fellas? -asks Angus as he sits down across from them.

    -Fine, fine, replies Karlos in a breathy voice.

    He's not in the mood for much conversation as, as soon as Charo and Angus leave, he and the rest of the men have been pushed to the table by the two witches' daughters and started to blow their cocks under the tablecloth. Aramis has half of Karlos' cock in her mouth and Paula is masturbating the other two cocks with both hands.

    All this has a purpose. We must avoid the Otto issue from happening again. To check the hardness of the penises, their taste, and the quality of their sperm. You don't set this whole thing up so that the hikers don't turn out to be the best. In fact, if they don't make the grade, their mother supreme will possibly turn their friends into batrachians.

    Carmelo can no longer resist Paula's warm hands and starts to cum, clutching one end of the tablecloth tightly and rolling his eyes. Paula quickly, like when you uncork a shaken bottle of Coke and the liquid gushes out, opens her mouth and shoves his cock in her mouth. Not a drop can go to waste and fall to the floor. Meanwhile, the other hand continues to pump the remaining cock of poor boy Tomás.

    The girls, oblivious to everything, chat among themselves about the weather, Google Maps, and the sweltering heat in the dining room.

    Tomás is the next to pull out the white flag and ejaculates. This time, Paula directs the cum against her breasts as if she were knighting him. First Knight of the slutty table. She mercilessly continues her hand movements until she can no longer squeeze the head of Tomás's Slytherin house snake. She picks up a sample, with her fingertips, of the white milk dangling from one of her nipples and savours it with relish. Both candidates are valid.

    -Everything all right, Karlos? You look a bit pale, asks Charo again, curious.

    -Yeah, fuck yeah, don't bother me now, replies a brave Karlos, not used to being so rude to his girlfriend, trying to keep the conversation going with terse aha, aha's without being noticed that he's getting a fucking good blowjob.

    Charo makes a mental note of her boyfriend's ill-timed reply and goes back to caressing Angus' shapely thighs. She slowly closes them, trapping her friend's hand on her sex, winks at him and blows him a furtive kiss. The trapped hand is on scorching wet ground. Angus isn't wearing panties either, must also be a patriarchy thing or not. Who cares?

    It's taking Aramis a little longer to get the sample from his candidate. She's been delicately taking the mechanic's cock in his mouth for a while now, while gently stroking the phallus and the testicular sac with his gloved hands. It may be that Karlos, in trying to have a disguised conversation with Angus and his girlfriend Charo, is not quite focused. It is also possible that the slut is gloating. Finally, Aramis decides to put more meat on the grill and stick his cock between her breasts. She pulls down his trousers to his ankles and picks up the poor cock between his mountains of flesh, the cock disappears, almost completely, among so much beauty and only peeks out every few seconds as if asking for permission to sunbathe. But still the son of a bitch holds on. This has never happened to Aramis before, no one has ever held out so long. It's desperate. Something must be done, and it must end. She grabs the mast again and starts to gently bite the glans. That's already too much and ends the little resistance Karlos still has to offer. He lifts his ass a bit off his seat and unleashes a huge load of cum into Aramis' mouth. She swallows, or at least tries to, all the cum. But it's too much, she looks like a horse. She must capitulate and finally open her mouth, spurting milk, if she doesn't want to choke to death on the mechanic's seed.

    But the sample is valid and he indicates this by making the ok sign with his hand to his little sister. She nods and so do the hats.

    Everything goes according to plan. The unwary are completely bewitched and at the mercy of the akelarre.

    -What's that noise you hear under the table, Karlos? -asks Charo.

    -I don't fucking know, replies the mechanic with a snowy countenance and an unloaded cock.

    Otto providentially shoots out from under the tablecloth and answers the inquisitive girlfriend. Paula and Aramis crawl out on all fours, sated at one end, taking advantage of the fact that Silvana has levitated ten centimetres off the ground, surrounded by vapours. She has decorously replaced the transparent blouse from before with a skirt, garter belt and black stockings. A tight black leather bustier licks her MILF body and lewdly exposes her tits. Her long hair hides her breasts. Oh, and she wears a hat as demanded by the witch society to reinforce and emphasize her Supreme status.

    It starts to get very hot in the dining room and the group begins to feel a certain dizziness accompanied by a growing excitement. The queimada is having its desired effect.

    Angus takes off her blouse, freeing her ample haloed tits, and with both hands he grabs the head of his BFF and gives her a hardcore peck. Charo doesn't resist, she's been craving it for a long time. The vegan then holds her friend's face and directs it to her wet, hairy pussy.

    -And now lick my pussy, you carnivorous slut, demands an unleashed Angus.

    Charo doesn't hesitate and goes down on the slice. In this position, she stares at the collection of cocks under the table.

    The witches decide that it is time for fertilisation and Silvana with a wave of her hand throws the table to one end of the dining room. With another wave, she rips off the guys' clothes as if they were the GlobeTrotters taking the court. They're already reloaded and weapons at the ready.

    -Well, well, thinks the Supreme, who has decided, looking at the material, to go for it. Just to help things go according to plan, she says to herself.

    Positioned like in a horse race, the three witches lift their skirts to reveal their wet, heathen sex to the very erect cocks of Carmelo, Tomás and Karlos. The game is complex, and attention must be paid. They must be penetrated from behind, on all fours, without preamble and with a clean cock. They must reach the opposite wall and touch a harmless little drawing of a funny dancing goat in a circle. Whoever gets there first, riding his mare and without cumming first, will be rewarded with a 25 Euro AMAZON voucher and a free breakfast. Once they have touched the drawing, they will be able to cum like apes. Well, put like that, the game doesn't seem so complex.

    Silvana, on all fours between both daughters, takes the opportunity to whisper the last orders to them.

    -Remember, my daughters, that you must cum inside, otherwise your precious seed will be useless and lost. That you forget all too soon, you sluts. You go to the mess, and they always end up cumming outside. I say it especially to you, Aramis! It wouldn't be the first time you mess up! Inside! They must cum inside, dammit! No ass, no mouth, no cock! Inside... inside, fuck! -Silvana stammers, barely able to maintain her speech after the wild meaty thrusts that Karlos gives her one after the other without waiting for the exit signal to be given. Let him cum inside, Aramiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis... fuck, what a pleasure.

    While reproaching Aramis, "Karlitos" has already cum with a grunt on the Supreme's arse. Skilful as the mechanic is at cheating and seeing that he's cum too soon, he slides his cock a bit over the Supreme's ass cheeks and shoves his throbbing, reddening cock back into Silvana's hot cunt. Nothing has happened here. Silvana, dumbfounded, is unable to say anything either. She won't look bad in front of her daughters. She bites her lip and plays dumb. In a way, she likes the cheek of the brute of a mechanic who wants to cheat her and break the rules. After all, it might not make a toad out of the cock-me-now-and-dissimulate.

    Otto with his little horn rings a fine bell and sets off on the run.

    -Mum, that was only once. The warm milk is good for my skin. You know how delicate it is with those spots I get. And only if I swallow it all without grumbling to the last drop does it lubricate my glottis properly. That gives me the added advantage of being able to grumble at spells in Latin and Esperanto, Aramis replies mentally, angrier than anything else, rolling her eyes, having moved five or six centimetres off Tomas's vigorous cock on the wooden floor and taking the lead in the race.

    -Once, she says... What about the young miller who came in your arse the other day, we've already forgotten, all that copious cum that came out of your arse lost for posterity! Pay attention, replies the Supreme, who knows that she's no one's whore, but who is obliged to set an example to her daughters.

    -Well, mine is on the verge of cumming. I think he'll cum before he reaches the wall, confesses a terrified Paula, feeling the hard, swollen cock leaning ever closer inside her and Tomas' balls about to explode.

    -Let her hold it in any way she can, fuck it, let her squeeze her balls, hit her with an edge or touch the cat, but only if he cums after touching the sacred symbol of Belcezazu, you'll get pregnant, says a bored Silvana, knowing that there's no one to talk to Paula when she's being clever and seeing Tomas's blank eyes.

    For Tomás, any future retardant remedy is too late and he's already pumping warm milk cyclically, between spasms, inside the moaning, satisfied Paula.

    Silvana again mentally orders her inept and very slutty daughter to do her best to get to the wall. But she won't make it, her stupid daughter has already surrendered the square. Aramis purrs like a cat. Her pointy hat has fallen to one side, her arms are similarly unbowed, face pressed to the ground, tongue charcoal-coloured out of her mouth, and she's receiving Carmelo's grout. The pizza delivery guy is delivering her special delivery pizza while he keeps groping her tits and kissing her back tattooed with runic symbols. And then he'll want a tip and everything, thinks a desperate Silvana.

    Near the symbol, while his friend Charo greedily eats his rabbit, Angus plays a transverse flute more badly than well. Between pauses she sobs that we must be in tune with nature and that everyone is a capitalist shit. Her scarf has already fallen with her blouse. The white tits are a luxury and a spur for the "riders". Charo takes another bite of the female nugget and shuts her up. You're such a pain in the ass, says Charo. Angus responds with an elongated note plucked from the flute as she cums, pressing the head of his super-girlfriend with one hand against her pussy.

    Charo, her face soaking wet, has enjoyed licking her friend's pussy, but she also wants to have an orgasm and demands her friend Carmelo to ride her. It's the only cock she has yet to taste in the group. She's not going to make it past today. Carmelo pulls out his defeated cock from Aramis's hot, cum-filled cunt and obediently pulls his growing cock up his friend's pussy.

    -Where are you going? Up my cunt? Stick it up my ass, you fucking bastard! I'm sick of being fucked in the same places! You're going to be the first! And my bastard boyfriend and Tomás must watch! You've won the lottery today, boy! -demands a very horny Charo.

    And a very well-behaved Carmelo carefully brings his stiff cock to the entrance of her asshole, but he can't count on a determined Charo who grabs him by the ass and pushes him into her with one thrust. The secretary squeals with pleasure, but her cries are soon stifled by Angus's hairy pussy, which is still waiting for the second round of pussy-feeding. In the meantime, she sucks Aramis' tits.

    Silvana can't take it anymore. This whole scene has turned her on. She turns to Karlos and demands that he fucks her as Beelzebub commands. Our favourite mechanic doesn't make himself begging. He grabs the Supreme and lifts her off the floor. He's going to fuck her standing up against the wall adorned with pictures of the whole witchcraft family tree. With both arms he lifts her legs and shoves them into her ass. Silvana can't believe it. The son of a bitch has just fucked her from behind without respect.

    -What are you doing? You bastard! You can't do that, I didn't tell you that, you filthy fucking mechanic, I'm a level 38 Supreme! You can't stick a cock up my ass like that... without warning! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! What a pleasure!

    Karlitos goes about his business, mutt, I can't hear you, and keeps making Silvana bounce on his fat cock. He's even taken off his hat that he's graciously put on his head. The Suprema puts her arms around Karlos's neck and lets herself be done. The last guy who fucked her like that was the father of her slutty daughters. Her orgasm comes in waves as he keeps pumping her ass up and down on his shaft mercilessly. Silvana starts to feel the throbbing of his cock, he's about to come too.... Again!

    The Supreme one orders, demands, asks, begs to cum on her face. She needs it, she needs to feel that macho sperm hitting her face. Don't even think of cumming in her ass. Not there, forbidden. That's only allowed for lesser witches. Not a supreme one like her. But Karlos ignores everything and with a loud grunt he unleashes all his virility inside her, flooding her completely. Silvana can only clutch even tighter her arms around his neck, moan in satisfaction, bite his shoulder and let it all flow inside her.

    After a long minute of spitting white lava into her ass, the cock begins to withdraw from the conquered ground, letting the excess fall in splashes on the floor. Silvana is collapsed.

    The members of the family tree watch the scene with satisfaction, except for the grandfather who doesn't disapprove of his daughter being fucked like a bitch.

    Silvana looks terrified, but not really surprised, that Aramis hasn't reached the wall either. Carmelo is riding Charo's while his beloved daughter has gone from having her tits eaten by the vegan to licking her friend's balls. He gives her a telepathic order to pull Charo aside and take the slut's position. She must get pregnant. Are we professionals or not?

    Aramis receives the order and gives another ok that she has everything under control. Puzzled, she looks at her other daughter, Paula, who has joined the group and is having a tit-fuck with the vegan slut. Silvana, in desperation, holds two fingers to the bridge of her nose, she needs to concentrate. She's barely out of Karlos' sight when he takes another cock, this time in her unprotected cunt. But what the fuck did I put in the concoction this time? They're going to fuck us to death!

    There's little the Supreme can do about the bacchanal that has been unleashed. Total chaos. Carmelo has just cum on the faces of Charo and her beloved daughter Aramis. He grabs both of their heads with his hands and is making them drip with warm cum. Both with their tongues untied receive gladly the abundant milk while kissing each other.

    Another one who doesn't get pregnant today... my daughter had it all under control... bullshit, sighs Silvana, as Karlos's stallion shoves the final blast of liquid masculinity into her cunt. She cums again as she feels Karlos's cock pumping the cum inside her all over her cunt. Anyway, whatever.

    Tomás is spanking Paula's tits with his cock and Angus sings Eeny, meeny, miny, moe… He stops at every syllable to rub his swollen glans on her nipples. They pull her tits in close, tired of the game, and give her a tit-fuck on all fours. As a matter of course, she comes like a bull in a minute. Shouting "Long live the patriarchy!", she lets out a whip of sperm that closes a door behind her and unhooks the painting of the horrified grandfather with a bang.

    -This is a disaster, Silvana confirms reluctantly, and with the little strength she has left she casts a numbing spell and another one with a forgetful effect on the travellers before an enraged Karlos, cock in hand, wants to fuck her in the ass again.

    Waking up the next morning in their tents, the hikers can't believe their eyes. They don't remember pitching their tents next to the smoking ruins or what time they went to sleep. Vaguely some loose glimpses of a wet dream. But none of them have the film in full. Charo makes some coffee while the men pack up the tents. Angus is hugging a tree and repeats that it's wonderful to find time to get to know them all better, here in this harmless forest.

    In the Zurratemicoño witches' lair, Silvana is exasperated with her whores of daughters. How did this get out of hand? None of them are pregnant by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, she's more likely to have gotten pregnant than the dweebs Aramis and Paula.

    -How much mistletoe did you throw in, Paula? -Silvana asks hesitantly, unable to work out where the trouble started.

    -Erm, about that... I completely forgot in my haste, confesses a very embarrassed Paula.

    -You're telling me that the group was this horny per se, that they almost fucking us the soul out!

    Silvana angrily puts her fingers between her eyebrows again. It's just that her daughters are whores, and she doesn't know what to do with them anymore.

Epilogue

    A transmuted Otto is giving the report to Red Lily and her apprentice Pumpkin Candy behind the hangman's tree. The vampire nods complacently.

    -Perfect, it's all gone swimmingly or cockily, she laughs ostentatiously. -This is just the beginning. Keep reporting back to me and you'll soon have your reward. We'll hear from those little witches again; I have no doubt. Silvana and her daughters are no whores to be beaten, but they are not to be underestimated... ever.

Many thanks to Klaus Fernández and Luis Fernández for their "witchy" humour. Without you this story wouldn't be nearly as funny - thank you so much!

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