A Business Trip to Hell, Michigan
A wife reports her husband as missing to the Police who would like to have a long talk about larceny and some other crimes.


"It's my husband Stanley, he, he went on a business trip to Detroit last month. This in itself was not so strange, but he had a receipt from a motel in Hell, Michigan. It' Hell is some distance from Detroit and offered no business sales that I know of! The receipt showed him at the motel for three nights. Since his return he has not had sex with me even though I asked for it. He can stay in the bathroom for hours during the night. I hear heavy breathing and him stomping about, yet if I ask if he's all right I get no answer. His job is going down the drain since he hasn't sold any product this month. He travels but only to Hell, Michigan and has not credit card charges for a motel, just gas expense! It might be another woman or maybe more, that's what I want you to find out!"

"Most interesting, but a normal P.I. would be better at this than my...." as she cut me off!

"No there's more Stanley always like a good steak dinner, but now his delight is two or three salads for dinner. He snacks on veggies by the pound and I found breeder's magazines like Arabian Horse World, and The American Breeder's Stud catalog. He uses heavy cologne and wears no jewelry. After a shower the drain is full of short straight hairs. Also his electric shaver needs recharging daily from long heavy use!"

"What's the name of the Motel he stayed at?" I asked.

"De`Ja'Vu for Men!" came the response. "See why your business name touched my thought of coming here," said Mrs. Atwell.

I agreed to the assignment and continued to fill in the blanks about Stanley and his lifestyle. The fee was explained and Mrs. Atwell left while I turned to Rusty and said, "Find me all you can on Hell, Michigan!"

Because there was no sizable airport in the immediate area, I opted on driving. My expense allowance precluded a flight to Chicago and car rental anyway...
Driving was really getting boring by the time I was approaching the area, which may be why I began to notice things. I saw a number of signs for a horse farm and advertising stud services... I didn’t see this many even in Kentucky! All the ads had the same address or phone number. I only stopped long enough to take some digital photos of a couple signs. I hoped this wasn’t' like that missing persons case in Barkin, Texas. What worried me was the horse farm's name was similar to the motel, being 'Deja View Farms'.
I soon found myself in Hell. No, not that one, but that would only be an improvement. The town was big enough, being a crossroads for major traffic from Chicago and any other big city around. Yet, something about it suggested decay or unseemliness to my senses. -The ones that get me cases Fox Mulder wouldn’t' take. I soon found what I was looking for, near the bus station and convention center/arena for the local college (whose mascot seems to be a mustang, oddly enough).
As I slowed for a look at the De'Ja'Vu Motel, I saw a line of pastures behind it, the fences proudly labeled "Deja View Farms"
I shuddered "I hate this job sometimes..."

The motel office was like any other, a counter strewn with papers, post cards in a rack, and coffee with stale cookies on a corner table.

I dinged the small bell which was at one end the counter, in hope to see a desk clerk. Instead a young girl about her early teens answered the bell, as I looked at her rather surprised as she spoke.

"You don't want to stay here do you?" she asked of me.

"Yes I have business in town for a couple of days and would need a nice room with a good view of the pastures beyond." I asked.

"Another one, yea OK I give you room #36, far end on the back. Room is $90 per day in advance!" the girl demanded.

A good bit expensive this far from a big city but the expense account was willing, besides the room would offer easy viewing of the farm and access to the pasture and barns at night. As I walked from the lobby the girl called a phone number, and reported my name and room number to someone else.

Parking the car around back I went to check my room and set up some survey equipment, fax, and radio base. I was about done unloading the car when to my back was heard a soft snort. Turning to look saw seven tall horses standing by the pasture fence looking at me.

I wished to be friendly and walked over to pet and greet my near neighbors. Two were easy to pet and willing to stay close for my attentions. However four bolted, reared high and screamed a frightened whinny, then running a good hundred yards away to stand and paw the ground.

The two horses were more than friendly as they lowered their big heads to brush my chest with soft muzzles and nickered at me with true horse like voices.

Finally, I had to break off the attempt to communicate and walked back to my car and then the room. I cleaned up for dinner and a good hour later came out the room's door to see the two horses still standing calmly at the nearby fence, both seeming anxious and eager.

The thought of getting something to eat on my mind, I walked out front of the Motel offered little for a place to eat, So I decided to walk along the main street of town seeing each store, business, and restaurant at a time.

Hell was like so many other American towns, aging harshly as history passed it by. All the buildings were either very old brick or covered in some paint in an effort to make them look better than they were. It was then I saw a cute little diner, all made from an old time interurban car.

Enthused over seeing something of real interest, I entered the front door hearing the tinkle of a bell as it announced my entry. Once inside it seemed was as much the spectacle as several patrons turned to look at this fool walking inside. I plopped down in a windowed booth and picked up the small menu card.

"You want coffee?" suddenly asked a brash and agitated sounding voice.

I looked up to see what any Halloween kid would know to be the wicked witch of the west, she being my waitress!

Poised so well with one hand on a rounded hip and the other holding of all things a metal coffee pot, she gave me a chill. To agree seemed the right thing to do as then I asked for some soup and crackers.

One need not think too much about where I was sitting to feel the anxiety building within that small eatery. A quick meal and I was out the door and feeling better to have eaten and be gone from there.

"You best be on your way!" came a voice from an alleyway.

Turning to face the young and slinky girl dressed as if some whore from my hometown of Boston, she stood painted with cosmetics and chewing on a small black ladies’ cigar.

"I planned to stay a day or two!" I replied as the girl made a sort of odd snort and walked down the alley.

My assignment was beginning to intrigue me all the more, so at a distance I followed the girl into that alley. I did wonder why the alley seemed so long, as soon enough the building walls changed from old brick to aluminum siding.

A scream of some person obviously in pain came from inside one of the buildings. I moved with great caution now as a yellow security light flooded the alley with its harsh rays.

I peered around the corner of that open doorway to see two people walking about what looked like an almost vertical standing examination table. As another scream turned quickly to a moan of pain I snuck past the doorway and began to zig zag my way ever closer.

At last I stood behind some file cabinets and had a very good view of what was occurring. The two people were a man and one woman dressed in lab coats and working about a subject who was strapped down in that table.

Whatever they were doing to the man strapped there and moaning his fate, the floor was littered in trampled piles of animal manure and it stunk something horrid. It was as I watched that the man came very close and opened one file drawer pulling out some folder. He returned to his work and noted to the woman of something she should do.

Then the man stepped very close indeed to the strapped man on the work table. He looked at the man and then when their eyes met he began to speak.

"You have interfered with our neat business here and because of your prying, so we feel it was time for you to take your place in the history books! As you can feel even now the serums are working into every muscle and organ of your body. These prepare you for the coming of Misses Latin, as she will perform your actual change. I know some of what you feel, having done this a great number of times to chosen men, certain women, and especially to runaways who like you have taken their place upon the pages of our stud farm ledger. Oh, bye the bye we have for you made some small and special exception. As with all the others they are in control of their animal selves to a point, but you will not retain any human intellect, living on equine instincts to guide your actions. You shall watch, being helpless to stop the instincts from making you do things common to being an animal and horse," explained the man, as from one side of that room the woman gave a soft chuckle.

The sight of the man is like a human form standing on hoofs and without any toes. He is very hairy and has the short beginning of a tail out from under his rump. His wrists are gaining in length as chest muscles bulge looking like those of some large animal.

I wished I had brought my infrared camera, but the click it makes would or might have put me on their changing table too. Slowly I snuck my way back out to the alley only to come suddenly face to face with my friendly Boston style whore.

"Seen enough there Dear?" she asked.

I took her arm and we walked some distance from that doorway before I turned and asked what she was doing there. It was explained that the man on the changing table was in very fact her boyfriend. He had insulted Misses Latin earlier that week and was for being brash and stupid would soon become as another prize stallion.

"Why this goofy getup, why look like some big town whore, do something!" I remember saying.

Standing there she began to sob, as facts and figure flowed, I took her by the arm, we walked back up the alley to the main street sidewalk. She informed me of her being twenty two and was soon to marry, then adding how the Misses Latin had come to own her farm, and over as many years she built the quite a stud business from those who fantasized or just wished to become a horse.

As we walked back toward my Motel, I asked how she continued to be so close without bringing attention upon herself. It was minutes later when inside the confines and privacy of my Motel room the girl did show me why she walked about so free.

I sat there with a mixed drink and watched the show as layer after layer of paint and clothing hit the floor. Soon I gulped the drink and sat up on the edge of my chair. The girl was for all intent and in fact a changeling herself. A slim body which could lure any man to his doom, stood then before me there, she was from head to foot covered in a sleek looking coat of light colored horse hair. A pair of elongated tight black nipples adorned her round upturned breasts. She modeled herself, turning to the side offered the view of a tail cut short so as to fit rolled up and held with a postal rubber band as if nobody might see. Her toes had merged together making a small hoof, while her very long feet suggested she was soon to walk on hooves more permanently.

I stood up and walked in a circle about her, my eyes made professional notations of how her physical body remained sweet and slender of form. Meanwhile, her actions bared me think she was become afflicted with the sensual aspects of becoming animal, equine, and maybe quite soon to join her boyfriend as some sexy filly.

"You see what that woman can do! I worked for her one summer last year while doing a study for my college biology class. It was then one morning she came to me and with those two henchmen they strapped me to their table. She began what is called “Reformation Science” and from it I am changing a bit each month to become as one of her breeding mares; all because this is how see keeps those like me and our families in check and under her domination," the young lady did grumble, her story seemingly giving the suggestion I might never find the man I sought to find.




I looked at her and she took obvious noted my peering eyes. A quick bend and she presented me with what I knew was not the vagina of a woman, but by the placement and color it reminded me of the rear rump of a mare.

I wanted and almost reached out to touch and feel of the large folds of blackened skin, but as I moved my hand she stood up.
"Damn it, your as bad as they are, a pervert like that dirty Doctor Hindlect!" the girl hollered.

I apologized about my strained thoughts, but told her how seeing such a sensual body was oddly alluring, urging I touch her and placing mental suggestion that I might find you enjoyable.

She told me that I felt was part of what Misses Latin explained would be a personal curse, glamorizing men to feel lust, wanting then to touch her and from there, then they would desire for having sex. According to her story, those she allured to have sex would, if they continued several times found their maleness to grow. As if better than all the penis builder pills on the market, having sex with this girl a number of times would infect the male with her changeling serums. As she said of her boyfriend, he confronted Misses Latin about what she did to his girlfriend, and because of his brash attitude he was deemed better to disappear and become a breeder stallion kept for stud.

It was from that time she began living her life longing for pleasured sex; desiring it from either man or beast, and so doing she would continue to change. It was only a matter of time before she and her boyfriend would meet and breed as do animals, to this she again began to cry.

The flash of my camera no doubt lighted up the front window shade attesting of actions, as soon after a call from the front desk warned me to cease.

My source files have pictures of Sally Ann Brach, a young lady I consider as a girl since she is younger than me. She did not mind me photographing her changing body, as she rationalized how one day her pictures would stand side by side with those of a Morgan breed brood mare and a long lineage of foals.

The strange temptations coming from being near Sally Ann was causing me some trouble paying proper attention to my work. The ring of your Nextel quickly brought a thought, it was Jim Farr, a young investigator like me, were only eight years back he discovered some info about the place, and I scribbled it down; keeping a lusty eye on Sally as she redressed.

James is to say the least not one of my favorite people on earth and the thought comes to me, as I asked him to come to Hell and help with the investigation. Laughingly he accepts and closed out his phone.

Sally looked at me with surprise. She asked what I thought he would do that I and she could not. I offered a thin smile and Sally got then mad.

"You lousy monster, your going to set him out as bate while you sit back and look for your chance to move! What do you think might happen to your partner, or do you even care what could happen to him?" Sally was right to challenge me, because my plan was formulated too quickly and was vague at best.

As yet something of the unknown was those properties associated with Sally, her physical and medical situation. Lucky for me that night there were two queen size beds in the room, as she decided to stay the night.

Come the next morning and after a hearty breakfast, we were both surprised to see a red Chevrolet Blazer pull up in front of the Motel, and out jumped an eager private eye.

James is introduced to a still angry Sally Ann, as meanwhile I suggested him go up to the farm and ask some questions. An overly eager James Farr jumps back in his flashy truck and speeds off toward the farm in question.

Sally placed her hairy palm on my shoulder, pressing me to turn to face her as she suggests what may happen to Jim. "Likely his probing questions will get answered by the Doc and or, his crazy nurse! If they get the slightest inkling Jim knows too much about their experimentation, then Misses Latin will order something that she has with others, including Sally Ann. She knew of some who were treated to the near magical serums without the doctor or his nurse even in the room," says Sally, making me become then a bit concerned for James safety.

Meanwhile a red Blazer pulled up to the front door of the Latin manor. As his usual Jin carried a clipboard in hand, heading then for the front door as he straightens his tie.

Ding Dong!

Sally and I remained at the motel, me near the pool and sun lounge, while a slightly precarious looking young lady sits in my room, naked and watch Buffy the vampire killer do her thing.

She had grumbled about her staying in the room and out of sight of prying eyes. I thought to remind her about lying in the sun, as her already dark tan looking skin would with heavy sunning become a bit more permanent and quite black! Sally did not take my suggestions in the proper concern for what I meant. As she would return the needling by suggesting James had a 50/50 chance of never leaving the Latin farm, and someday maybe he and Sally would have the chance to breed!

I told her that Jim could take care of himself! Moreover, she in my mindset had little concern for his actual safety. Her attitude was one of hatred toward all humans, especially those who were older and in some level of authority.

Sally chided me, arguing about how I sent Jim into a devils den, saying something like, "Worried hell, you don't give a damn for the guy, in fact I suspect you hope he ends up as one of the Doc's test cases, right!"

All this while James Farr had reached his goal and was allowed inside Mrs. Latin home for an interview. He was feeling rather bold as his questions were met with very rational responses. It was after an hour of talk Mrs. Latin offered James a personally conducted tour of the farm buildings and barns.

James quickly agreed, and with clipboard and pen in hand, the two walked out into her private gardens.

Mrs. Latin explained in great detail how some of her trees and plants had feelings and just by standing near to them and talking softly one might actually hear the plant groan a little. So as James stood near a large trunk of an Elm tree, he humoristic wise, knocked with his knuckle at the tree outer bark.

"Mister Elm tree, are we having a nice day?" asked James with a chuckle. A chuckle mirrored by Misses Latin as well, she eyeing Jim closely.

Suddenly the entire tree from roots to upper limbs did make a rustling shiver. James jumped back as even the ground beneath his feet seemed to move as well.

"You thought I was joking, didn't you young man!" Mrs. Latin commented, "I shall have you see some of our very special breeding stock, they too will find you as interesting as might you them!"

Slowly they walked along a brick path, talking together, Jim showing his farming background, as Mrs. Latin explained the use of her personal system of effective breeding with horse, cattle, sheep, goats, and when the order arouse, even wild animals as bison, bears, and wild boar, these were sold to hunting preserves.

James was fast making notes and after asking first and being abruptly denied he put his camera back inside his suit coat pocket. Yet being prepared as he is normally, Jim had a small hole in the pocket and with an occasional scratch to an itch, as he would get a photo as evidence anyway. He did take some pictures of the horse paddock and exercise ring, a large red and white trimmed barn, and a few of some very scared looking the animals.

Once inside the barn, Jim reported the din of animal noise slowed and calmed till one could hear a pin drop into the straw covered floor. James looked up into the high ceiling taking note of the large hayloft and tons of equipment made to cut, reap, and bring into the barn that which the animals would need for eats.

Then his eyes panned down the long row of large box stalls. As they walked and talked in the barn, Misses Latin pointed to each animal, telling Jim of her ultimate plan for each, some to be introduced into the common breeding stock, while others sold to interested parties.

The two of them were almost to the far end of the barn's box stalls, when from the far end came a holler for Mrs. Latin to accept a telephone call.

She told James to stay put, be careful of the animals, suggesting he not try to feed any, less he get bit and become infected. A simple nod to agree saw Mrs. Latin scurry off leaving James alone. So peering over the top rail of first one and then another box stall he made notes as to the animals in each.

James began to wander farther down the isle way till he came near to what looked like old west jail cell with black steel bars. The light at this point was very dim and James wishing to see what might be inside grabbed his keychain flash light.

The narrow beam of light spotted one dark figure sitting and hunched into a ball sitting in a far corner. James feeling only consideration for the animal spoke in soft words to coax it out of the corner.

"Turn that damn light off," spoke a voice from inside the cell.

James asked who was inside, and wishing he could help if possible.

The dark figure got to its feet and with a sauntered walk came closer and closer to the steel bars.

James being astonished at what he saw choked on his own spit.
The voice from inside suggest Jim back away from the cell area less Mrs. Latin see him, and thereafter he would have a cell of his own!

James in his own mind said no way, as from the dimly lighted corner of the cell stepped a black shaggy creature. The face of a human being was sunken into the large skull, and a thick neck of one large a furry Black Bear. The man's eyes blinked and with James getting used to the dim light by then notice the golden yellow coloring just like those of a bear.

Before Jim could ask more questions, the bear man told that all the animals he had seen in the barn were at one time or another human. As from Misses Latin and her special ways, along with the help of her psycho doctor and the serums he created, all touched by him become as animals in body and a few lose their minds as well. He had several problems, as one was having financial troubles and sought by the law. So being like he was did not really disturb him! Accordingly, jail or becoming a prisoner of his body seemed less wretched a fate than facing social embarrassment, the disgust of wife and kids, leaving him wanting to become a bear for some zoo.

When he happened to come to the Latin farm and barn for refuge from the weather and his own troubles, Misses Latin confronted him, offering him a safe haven, long term employment and a total change of identity.

He stood and turning around did model himself before Jim. He seemed to think that becoming an animal and a bear would stop the Police or his wife from looking for him. He laughed at the prospect of anyone ever again would recognize him, or when he sat in a zoo and begged for marshmallows.

Jim reconnoitered quickly asking the man of his name.

John P. Whifflepaffer was the response, this being the man we were searching for, but considering his situation and attitude, it seemed to Jim as unlikely he wished to escape.

The voice of Misses Latin arguing with someone told of where she stood. Jim asked with a nervous anxiety about the other darkened cells, particularly, the one directly across from the one John stood as a bear.

The soft rustling of straw foretold of movement of someone coming closer to the cell door. John said in a near laughing tone, telling Jim to be of extra good care, as inside that cell was a female who even more than himself, she wanted desperately a mate.

He told how she would try to allure or trick two of the farmhands working for the Lady to enter her cell and give her some aid.

Michelle came to her cell door, as Jim could see she was well on her way to become a true female Satyr. A lovely face, high cheekbones, a narrow chin, two white horns protruding from her skull just above the forehead, was suggestive. She had a unruly mop of hair on her head, a line of dirty brown blonde hair ran down her spine, flaring at her waist, there embellishing her mound, thighs, legs, and over a butt so tight and sweet a man would give his soul to give it a pat.

Michelle walked on the hind feet and cloven hooves as would a goat. She had a goat tail, but remaining was her human placed pussy, offering it openly to any man that would dare to come near.

She offered this to Jim, but he being hard to get by any woman, just backed away from her cell door.

As a clipboard hung aside her cell door made mention, Michelle was a rare and exotic goat-woman, sold to a private nudist colony in England. Her ultimate form was ordered by some English Lord wishing for her to be his slave at some wild sexual hideaway. Anyhow just to her look or rather just looking into her eyes could make anyone enter her cell, once inside and after some sexual play, the two workers staggered out, having then shaggy goat hair on their heads, and each a tail sprouting off their butt.

As reported by the Bear-man John, these two infected men were later added to those who resided along the barn isle. Both were further injected with the good doctor’s serums. The two have sense gone madly gay, as each mounts the other in continuous rounds of play. Jim checked on them, seeing both as having the hind quarters as if both were born as male goats. Each has a foot long red rod shaft, it protrudes their belly sheath, looking well lubed, and in constant use.

They gave only a quick look toward Jim and then returned to their maddening ways, bucking and moaning of wild sexual sensations.

Likely as if they continued for a week at that rate the two would become sex crazed buck goats. The clipboard placed by their stall door made mention of them traveling with Michelle as play toys to quell her inhabitations and keep her quiet.

Jim made a count of twelve cells and fourteen stalls in that one barn.

Just to the one side of the cell housing Michelle, Jim peered cautiously over the top sideboard of a stall to see an African wild Boar with blue eyes, and an ear ring dangling.

John told of what he had overheard, as the doc planned this poor man was to be the prime subject of a hunt. The boar squealed when hearing it too, as in his case the doc made sure it kept its human mentality, rational, and thus understanding of people speaking about his future.

As Jim returned to his original spot where Misses Latin left him when she got her phone call, the lady came out into the main barn conversing with a nervous acting farmhand.

James walked to meet Misses Latin but reported he gave a friendly hand wave to John, thinking he wished him well and a better life ahead. A quick peering look into a nearby boxed stall offered Jim a look see at two large all black male goats acting with sexual delights upon each the other. Misses Latin took obvious note to Jim and his quick gaze, asking him if perchance he saw something interesting and might wish to get some firsthand knowledge.

Seeing her poignant attitude, James replied truthfully, as he replied of seeing and wondering, that animals would only try to mate with females, as the two in a stall were rather mixed up if not gay!

Mrs. Latin looked into the box stall as both goats dropped to all fours and stood motionless looking up at her.

Accordingly, Misses Latin announced that the two goats had enjoyed a different times a wild and very sensual female goat, and she instilling in the two lads the sense of wild delight as only male goats and derive from the sensation of mating. So from her and with their exceptionally horny goat mindset, they need to rut, female goats or each other.

Hearing her explanation of their plight, one of the goats offered his own short baaing expletive as if a thought about his Misses Latin.

A stern look from her to the big buck goat bade her give him a small threat, as she tossed him a treat saying then, "You and your buddy will join two other goats and Miss Michelle on a trip to England.”

Then mumbling under her breath she said they would find their life one of continuous humping session, a certain proof of a lust for male dominance; and then cursing the two to lives of lusting only for sex.

James, his head full of information walked out of the barn with Mrs. Latin. She pointed him toward the main chemical lab and began to explain her special system.

Listening, James made some notes but did not want the Lady to think anything suspect about what he might have seen in the big barn. Yet the sight of her Lab was to say the least very interesting. It was when she was talking about how the hide pigment of animals needed protection from the natural deterioration which comes due to standing naked against the sun and the elements, James stopped her and asked a favor. He told of his fine skin and the general problem of sunlight and burning.

Mrs. Latin smiled and agreed in short note. She asked a technician for a small jar, it being full to the brim with a dark ointment, handing this in turn to James as a free sample.

She told Jim to try it sparingly, or maybe give it to a girlfriend, the results to be something quite surprising. The ointment will give a permanent tan of smooth deep colorization, offering an enhanced resistance to the sun while added warmth during colder seasons. Insisting to Jim, that he be careful using the tanner, as it is gender directive, causing on some men a few sexual side effects.

Jim returned to the motel, and wrote out an exceptional report. He went to his room and discovered Sally Ann in his room. She having become disenchanted with sober ole me, went then to inflict and infect a young man.

The last I saw Jim was around six in the evening, he going to get some ice from the machine, and then returning to his room and sally Ann.

Come the next morning I waited until near ten before knocking at their room door. The door I discovered was unlocked, so wondering I went inside.

There sprawled out on the one bed lay Sally Ann, she looking still a wildly sexual creature.

A moan that sounded like Jim in the bathroom drew my attention and enticed my inquisitive nature.

Looking in on him I gasped, there leaning on the sink counter, Jim stood his Caucasian skin color having changed to a deep oily charcoal black. His human ears were much longer, as protruding from the sides of his head they stood up and pointed a good foot tall.

He turned his face my direction, this giving me to see how a manly face could overnight become almost equine in nature. Thick lips, enlarger and rounded nostrils presented a muzzle as what normally belongs on a Mule.

His eyes had increased in their size, being round too, and looking watery.

Obviously he had become infected from having sex with Sally Ann, but they had used the tanning ointment as a personal lube.

When Jim made a slight side step to reposition his changing feet, I saw his maleness, wow, it was damn huge. Dangling from a growing sheath attached to his lower abdomen, Jim has one massive black cock. What was his human penis could in my mind no longer be given that name, but was the proverbial cock of a male Mule.

He noted my stare, while then turned more to grant me a better look-see. As large as his penis hand become a cock, his testicles were even smaller than when he was all human. They were conforming to him becoming in time an unsexed male Mule. Soon without his testicles and human testerone to help direct his bodily growth, the serum tainted ointment would take over all direction of cell replacement in his body.

Therefore, maybe quickly or slowly, Jim was to lose his grip on being part of humanity. He flicked his still growing tail, stomping changing feet and toes nervously on the bathroom tile floor.

I turned and gathered up all his personal belongings, paper, and took his wallet, as Mules in general have little need or a use for money.


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