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Hypnotic Roomates 1 2
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Hypnotic Roomates
You seem to spend all your time over in the video lab," said Susan as her
roommate Andrea came in. "I don't see how you have time to do anything for
your other classes." "Actually, I think I've found a way to combine two
assignments," said Andrea, smiling. "I've been working on a videotape which
is also a special project in my Advanced Psych. class."
"A Psych video?" Susan looked sceptical. She never was sure what it was that
Andrea was up to in her major classes, but she'd been messing around with the
video camera equipment and a computer for weeks. "How in the world is that
going to give you credit in Psychology?" "It's for that class on relaxation
and altered states of consciousness," explained her roommate. "I think anyone
who sees it would be convinced." She smiled, her large dark eyes flashing.
"You know what I think about that stuff, don't you." Susan shook her head. "I
think it's a lot of nonsense - it's just in your own imagination, that's
all." Andrea was still smiling. "If I showed you the tape, would you believe
me then? I think it's pretty hard to deny." "Sure," said Susan. "Just don't
be so sure. How long is it?" "About half an hour", replied Andrea as she
inserted the tape into the VCR. "Just have a seat over there."
Susan sat down and brushed her dark hair back from her eyes as the tape
started. It appeared to be just a blank, black screen, but as Andrea turned
down the lights in the room a few faint bands of color could be seen. "I
thought this was going to be some shots of your project," said Susan. "You
talked like this was some sort of demonstration or something." "Shhh," said
Andrea softly. "It is. You'll see. Now just look at it for a few minutes."
The rings of color were plainer now, and they were moving slowly out from a
central point and disappearing as they reached the edge of the screen. Soft
music had begun to play in the background.
Susan sat back in her chair and watched the rings as they grew and vanished.
She had no idea what it was that Andrea was up to, but if this was her
project, then she was in trouble. All it was was some simple graphics and
music, just a bunch of colored circles that kept moving out from the center
of the screen. It sort of gave you the illusion that you were the one moving,
that the circles were standing still as you were drawn gently forward. She
watched the circles, noticing that they seemed to come in a pattern that she
couldn't quite place. Andrea stood over to the side, watching as Susan stared
at the screen. She knew that if she kept looking at it just a little bit
longer, then her tape would be working as planned. The most important part
was the first few minutes-after that she didn't think anyone could stop
looking at it even if they tried. And soon after that, they wouldn't even
want to try.
Every time Susan thought she knew what the pattern to the expanding circles
was, it seemed she guessed wrong, and had to keep watching to figure it out.
The illusion of movement was very strong now, and she had, without noticing
it, given in to the pleasant sensation of being swept along by the glowing
rings. The soft, tinkling music seemed to help. It distracted her as the
rings kept coming, over and over. Andrea decided that it was time to see if
Susan was responding as she should. "What do you think?" she asked quietly.
Susan didn't look up, but continued to watch the video, motionless in her
chair. "It makes me feel a little strange" she answered. "It won't hurt,"
said Andrea, since Susan seemed ready to look away, "I promise. Trust me."
"Actually, it's sort of nice," Susan said more softly. "The colored rings
look like they're standing still, and it's like I'm moving into them. . ."
"That's right," said Andrea. She licked her lips. "Have you noticed how they
keep coming, even when they look like they might stop?" Susan was staring
fixedly at the screen. "Yess. . " she said, even more softly than before.
"They keep moving. . they don't stop. They keep coming over and over. . .over
and over. . ." She felt a strange sensation that she couldn't place as she
stared at the screen. There was something about the way the colors changed as
the rings moved that made it hard to look away. She tried to look up at
Andrea and found that her eyes wouldn't move from the center of the screen. A
little voice in her head started to warn her, but the rings were glowing and
moving so smoothly and prettily that she didn't pay it any attention. Over
and over. . .over and over. She knew that something about the way she was
staring into the rings should worry her, but she couldn't think of what it
was. She felt so drowsy all of a sudden, but the pretty lights on the screen
kept her from thinking about it, or about the way that she felt she couldn't
move. The smooth flashing rings of light kept her from thinking about
anything except watching the screen. She knew if she didn't stop looking at
it then something would happen, but she was too sleepy to do anything about
it. Too drowsy. In a minute or two she'd stop watching the pretty lights, but
not now, when they were coming over and over. . .it was easier just to keep
watching for a while. . she relaxed and let the soothing patterns carry her
along, watching and listening. . .
Andrea was thrilled to see that Susan seemed to be oblivious to anything else
except the screen in front of her. This was just the way things were supposed
to work. She watched Susan's expression closely as the next phase of the tape
began, now that her attention was completely fixed. Now the rings seemed to
develop a texture as they grew. As they expanded, they seemed to be turning
as well, gentle spokes wheeling about. Susan stared as the turning rings
moved in front of her. She was losing awareness of everything else in the
room. The turning, whirling rings were so fascinating. The tinkling music was
perfectly synchonized to the patterns, so that it seemed to draw her further
into their rhythmic motions. Over and over. Round and round. She had never
seen anything so fascinating. The patterns were absolutely mesmerizing. It
was so easy just to watch, just to stare and not think about anything except
the way the wheels turned and floated past her. Susan didn't know when she'd
felt so incredibly relaxed. Round and round. So relaxed. It felt good to
concentrate on the screen. The whirling spokes were beginning to mesh now,
meeting gently as they turned and grew. Round and round. So relaxing. The
music was urging her to let go, to sink into the mesmerizing flow of patterns
on the screen. She thought it would feel nice, like a warm bath. Round and
round. Nice. Like a soft warm blanket. She began to sink into the screen.
Concentrating on the turning, glowing rings and wheels. The music was calling
to her as she began to let go and sink into the soft whirling lights. Round
and round. . .her entire body felt warm and fuzzy as she moved deeper and
deeper into the soft, whirling patterns. . .warm and drowsy. . .Susan felt
like she was falling into the softest, most relaxing sleep she'd ever known.
Andrea watched Susan's face as the patterns began to draw her in, hardly able
to contain her excitement. Susan was obviously reacting just as she'd hoped.
Her eyes were wide and glassy as she stared helplessly at the flashing wheels
on the screen, her lips slightly open as she sat completely motionless. The
whirling patterns cast shadows across her relaxed face and full, heavy
breasts. The timing was perfect, as the patterns of spokes turned and meshed
into a whirling spiral, a spinning whirlpool of colors and light. Andrea
listened closely as the suggestions she'd recorded into the music became loud
enough to hear. She knew that they were passing directly into Susan's
wide-open, receptive mind as she stared into the screen. Susan was helpless
to resist now, she was sure. All she needed was to wait while the tape put
her completely under. She was sure that no one could resist the hypnotic
pattern that she'd developed - it was all she could do to keep her eyes away
from it herself, and she knew what it was designed to do. Susan, though, was
completely helpless as she stared directly into the screen.
Susan stared as the spiral became clear, turning around and around. Beautiful
waves of color moved across it as it whirled. She was falling into it,
letting go completely. It felt so good just to surrender her consciousness to
it, just to sink into the spiral. Round and round. . .going down, deeper and
deeper. It was pulling her in. Whirling and whirling. . .she began to feel
obedient. The spiral somehow made her drowsy and compliant. It just kept
going round and round and round. She felt herself falling into the endless
whirlpool, disappearing into its fascinating depths. Slipping away. It felt
so good just to give in. The music was moving in thick waves over her. So
soothing. So good just to give in. Just to watch the beautiful spinning
spiral and do what she was told to do. All those thoughts about looking away
were disappearing. She wanted to watch the spinning disk on the screen. She
wanted to keep falling into it and listening to the music. There was a voice
in the music. She found that she would do whatever it told her to do. The
beautiful wheel and the soft colors would control her. She was so happy to
let the voice command. She would obey. Just watch the wheel, the voice told
her. Whirling and whirling. She would obey. Susan knew that she had let
herself fall under the spell of the swirling colors, but she didn't care. It
felt so warm and good to obey. She was a good slave girl. That's what the
voice was telling her now. She was a slave to the beautiful spinning wheel
and the soft voice. She would obey. She was a slave. A slave to it.
Everything the voice told her to do was an irresistible command. She wanted
to be soft and submissive, to be under its control. The voice was telling her
to come deeper into the spiraling wheel, and Susan felt a warm glow as she
obeyed and sank further. It felt so good to obey. So good to be a slave girl.
She would obey. . .
Andrea's breath was coming in thick gasps as she watched Susan surrender her
will to her voice on the tape. Susan's face was utterly blank, eyes wide and
glassy as she stared slack-jawed in total fascination at the whirling spiral
in front of her. The commands that Andrea had implanted were clear above the
music now: "Obey. . .watch and obey. . .relax and obey. . .you are watching
the spiral. . .sinking into the spiral. . .it makes you want to do as you are
told. . you must obey. . ." Andrea's voice rose above the music a bit more:
"You are hypnotized now. . .hypnotized. . .you are hypnotized by the spiral.
. hypnotized by the beautiful whirling disk. . ." Andrea sank to her knees
next to Susan as her roommate began to smile blankly, the shimmering spiral
reflected in her wide, staring eyes. She was smiling at the swirling colors
in front of her, a dazed expression on her face. Andrea loved seeing her like
that. Her pulse raced as she realized that she would be able to make Susan do
anything she wanted to now, that Susan wanted with all her mind to be nothing
but her slave.
The voice was telling her that she was hypnotized now, and Susan knew that it
was true. She believed everything the voice said. She was hypnotized by the
whirling spiral that had become the only thing in the room. She could feel it
hypnotizing her, warm waves of relaxation moving out from it into her open,
receptive mind. Hypnotizing her. Hypnotizing her with the way it spun around
and around, always going deeper. This was how it felt to be hypnotized. She
never could have dreamed how nice it was. How good it felt to be under
hypnosis, under hypnotic control. She knew who the voice belonged to now,
that it was Andrea talking to her as she watched in a deep hypnotic state.
Andrea was her master. Andrea was the master of the fascinating, hypnotic
spiral that controlled her mind.. She was telling her that it was time to
submit her entire mind and body now, to go into a trance. Susan wanted to do
that. She felt a deep desire to obey, an overwhelming urge to submit. She was
a slave, and all she wanted to do was serve Andrea, her master. To go into a
trance. Andrea's voice was telling her to prepare to surrender totally to her
hypnotic power. The spiral was turning faster now. Susan felt all her
thoughts begin to move down into it. She could feel the intense hypnotic
influence reaching out for her mind and she submitted dreamily. Faster and
faster, round and round. She was falling into it. Falling faster and faster.
She could see only an endless spiral in front of her now, a deep whirling
tunnel that pulled her in as she stared into it. Andrea's voice was
controlling her every thought, hypnotizing her into total obedience.
Hypnotizing her into being a glassy-eyed slave girl. Putting her into a
trance. Susan wanted that so much. She wanted the whirling spiral to control
her mind. She could feel herself being utterly hypnotized by it now. With her
entire body and mind she wanted to be Andrea's slave, to obey her every
command. The spiral was whirling so fast now that Susan felt all her thoughts
disappearing. Her mind was going blank now. Completely blank. She knew that
she was turning into a completely hypnotized slave girl now. She felt herself
going under, going into a deep hypnotic trance. There was only the spiral.
And the voice. The whirling spiral. The soothing voice. Andrea's voice. Her
master. She was her slave girl. She must obey. She must obey her master. She
was hypnotized. Hypnotized. Hyp-no-tized. Hyp. . .no. . .tized. Hyp. . . .
no. . . .tized. . . .
Hypnotic Roommates, Part 2
Susan's smile became fixed in a broad, frozen expression as her eyes widened
completely and became locked in a glassy stare. Her entire body shook lightly
as she relaxed totally, and her head tipped to one side as she smiled
obliviously into the screen. She was obviously entranced, completely under
control. Andrea couldn't stand it any more; the excitement of having her
roommate hypnotized like this was too much for her. She hurridly took off her
sweater and, after pausing to slow her excited breathing down, said softly:
"Hello, Susan." Susan smiled dreamily in response. "You may speak now," said
Andrea. "Hel-lo" said Susan in a soft, far-away voice. She continued to stare
off into the rapidly rotating spiral on the screen in front of her. "You're
looking deep into the spinning disk now, aren't you?" said Andrea, trying to
keep her voice steady. "Yess. . ." answered Susan, "Deep into it. . ."
"You're hypnotized by it, aren't you?", asked Andrea. "Yes, master," answered
her dazed roommate. "I am hypnotized." "And you'll do whatever I tell you to,
won't you?" "Yes, master," Susan answered immediately. "I am in a trance
now." Andrea licked her lips. "That's because you're my slave, aren't you?"
"Yes, Andrea," said Susan in her new little-girl voice. "I am your slave girl
and I must obey." Andrea closed her eyes momentarily and moaned softly to
herself.
"Now, I want you to take off your sweater for me" said Andrea, biting her lip
gently in her excitement. Susan complied eagerly. She wanted to obey. It felt
so good to be able to do whatever her master told her to do. Her mind was a
complete blank except for her desire to obey. She pulled the fabric over her
head and sat watching the spinning disk in her bra, the light playing over
her firm, swollen breasts. Andrea couldn't hold back any longer; the sight of
her pretty girlfriend turned into her hypnotized slave was exciting her more
than she'd ever imagined. "Your bra feels tight to you now" she said in a
soothing monotone. "So tight. You'd feel so much better if you just took it
off. . ." Susan felt a warm, powerful urge to take off her bra as Andrea
suggested. Her fingers reached up as if they had minds of their own and began
to undo the fittings. Smiling dreamily in her deep trance, she removed it and
let it slip from her hand. Her full, round breasts sat firmly on her chest,
their wide brown nipples turned up slightly at the tips. It felt so good to
release them. Her master wanted to see her topless. She would obey. She
always did whatever Andrea told her to do. She was a good slave girl.
Andrea fumbled for the hooks of her own bra, feeling that she had to remove
her clothes soon or lose her mind. The sight of Susan's beautiful tits
sitting out in the open was almost too much for her - she'd had to force
herself not to stare at them ever since she began rooming with Susan, and now
she could make all her fantasies come true. Susan was in such a deep trance
that she'd never remember what happened to her, and she was utterly
subserviant while she remained under. "Doesn't it feel good now?," she asked.
Susan smiled happily: "Yes, master. . .so good"
Andrea reached up and began to lightly stroke her own nipples with the tips
of her fingers. She caught her breath sharply and said "Now here's what I
want you to do. You want to lift up your hands now. . .lift up your arms
until they stand straight out. You've seen pictures of people when they're
hypnotized, haven't you?" Susan began to slowly bring her arms out in front
of her. "Yes, master," she replied. "Like a sleepwalker. . ." She smiled as
she held her arms straight out in front of her, pointed into the flickering
spiral on the video screen. Her firm breasts sat compressed slightly between
them. "That's right," said Andrea. "Like a sleepwalker. . .you're in a
hypnotic sleep. . ." She was lightly kneading her pointed breasts with her
fingers now, licking her lips as she watched Susan smile back at the spinning
hypnodisk. "Hypnotic sleep" repeated Susan, "I'm hyp-no-tized. . ." She sat
with her arms pointed directly into the spinning disk, wide-eyed and smiling.
"Yes. . .yes. . " moaned Andrea. "Now you're starting to feel a powerful urge
to feel your breasts. . .to stroke and hold them. You can feel them getting
so warm and sensitive. . .you can't keep your hands away. . ." Susan slowly
reached for her jutting tits, smiling as she took one firm breast in each
hand and squeezed it gently. "Tell me how good it feels to play with your
tits, Susan. . ." said Andrea, who was pulling on her own erect nipples now
and hardly able to gasp out the words. "Tell me how much you love to feel
yourself and rub your nipples. . ." Susan was stroking the warm flesh of her
breasts rhythmically. "I'm playing with my tits now, master" she said in her
little-girl voice. "They feel so warm and heavy in my hands. . .it's so nice
to squeeze them and stroke them. . .so nice to rub them. . ." She was cupping
each heavy smooth breast in each hand, reaching around to play with her own
nipples. "Tell me about your nipples," moaned Andrea. She was shedding her
panties as she spoke. "They feel so wonderful," said Susan, "so nice. They're
getting hard now, master. When I stroke them with my fingers they stand up
and feel so good." She was tweaking and pulling on her huge brown nipples
now, pulling on the warm flesh of her breasts with a flushed expression on
her mesmerized face. "Make me play with them, master." said Susan. "Make me
play with my heavy tits." "Yes, Susan. . .you want to pull on them now," said
Andrea. Susan took her firm brown nipples between her fingers and tugged them
ecstatically, first one and them the other.
"Yes. . .yes, Susan, you have to play with them for me," said Andrea. "You
know that men like to look at them, don't you?" "Yes, Andrea," said Susan as
she squeezed the smooth brown flesh of her breasts, smiling ecstatically.
"They love to watch my tits. . .they want to feel them. . .feel them. . .feel
them. . ." Susan massaged herself in time as she repeated the words. "They're
so big, Susan, "said Andrea, trembling with excitement. "They're so big that
you must be able to lick your own nipples. . .have you ever done that?"
"Yes, master," said Susan. "When I'm alone and I want to play with myself. .
.I lick them and lick them until I have to come . . ." She smiled as she
cupped her heavy tits in each hand so that her nipples jutted out. "Suck them
for me now, Susan," moaned Andrea. "Lick your nipples." "Yes, Andrea. I must
lick them," she said, pulling the left one up and tilting her head down. Her
tongue moved out slowly, seeking the pulsing brown nipple. Andrea's legs were
shaking as she watched, hardly able to keep herself from coming. Susan's
tongue flicked against her own nipple, back and forth, then she bent forward
and licked it more firmly. The front of her tan breast began to shine where
she licked it, in smooth strokes, tongue busily slapping at the hard brown
bud at its center. Andrea couldn't control herself. Watching her hypnotized
girlfriend licking her own tits was making her lose her mind, and she leaned
forward toward Susan's other breast, still cupped in her hand. Her lips
opened in a small "O" as she approached. She felt flushed with the desire to
finally put her mouth on Susan's young body.
Susan gasped a little as Andrea clamped her warm mouth over her right breast.
She was totally in thrall to Andrea, and the commands that she had followed
had reduced her to a state of desire that she had never reached. She felt
Andrea's tongue began to slurp across her nipple, and it sent a hot bolt of
pleasure into her. Her hypnotized mind registered only that as long as she
obeyed this incredible sensation would continue...her entranced body was
trembling at the sensations coming up from her throbbing breasts. She was a
slave to the incredible feelings that her master was giving her. She reached
down and cupped her heavy tits in her hands so that Andrea could suck first
one, then the other, back and forth.
Andrea loved the sensation of Susan's hard brown nipples between her lips.
She pursed her lips around one of them and rubbed it with her tongue - she
loved having that done to her, and she was sure it would have the same effect
on Susan. The small wet smacking noises her tongue made were driving her
crazy. and she knew that she'd have to do something about it soon. "Lick me,
master," Susan said, beginning to gasp a bit. "Suck meee. . ."
Andrea pulled back and looked into Susan's flushed face and her glassy eyes.
"Now, Susan, you will stand up for me, and take off the rest of your clothes.
. .all of your clothes for me." Susan stood up and obeyed. "Yes, Andrea. All
my clothes." Her shiny tits hung from her chest as she bent over to take off
her jeans. Andrea could hear a small moist sound as she peeled off her
panties, which were soaking with excitement. She stood wide-eyed in the
shifting light from the screen, completely naked. Her waist flared a bit to
smooth, rounded hips and tanned legs. Andrea walked over to the other side of
the room and quickly shed her remaining clothes.
"Come to me now, Susan. . .come to your master," she said, and Susan's arms
came up like a robot's. She walked slowly, directly at Andrea with her arms
straight out and a look of blank obedience on her face, her breasts shaking a
bit from side to side, and stopped right in front of her. Andrea's knees were
weak with her unbelievable excitement as she stepped forward and ran her
hands over Susan's smooth arms and shoulders. She stepped in between her
outstretched arms and stared directly into her eyes. "Kiss me now, Susan. .
.you want to hold me, embrace me. . ." Susan slowly moved forward and closed
her arms around Andrea's back. Her firm breasts were the next thing to touch,
and Andrea gave a small moan as she felt the erect nipples press into her
tits. Then Susan moved one
hand to the back of Andrea's head and pulled her
closer, lips parting. Andrea tilted her head and their lips met, parting,
moving slowly as they kissed. Susan was slow and deliberate in her hypnotized
state, gently moving her tongue past her lips and in and out of Andrea's warm
mouth. Her hands were moving up and down the smooth skin of Andrea's back,
and she began to moan softly. . .holding Andrea's body was her only desire.
Andrea pulled back a bit, and with a small motion commanded Susan to stay
where she was. Her desire wouldn't let her wait any longer. There were so
many things she wanted to do with Susan and with Susan's smooth young body,
but she knew that there would be plenty of time to experiment, now that she
had her under such deep control. She stepped back and sat on the same chair
that Susan had been in when she had gone under, turning it to face her. She
slid forward a bit, parting her legs - she couldn't believe how excited she
was; she'd never seen herself so wet. Susan watched, eyes fixed on Andrea,
still lost in her deep trance.
Andrea slowly ran a hand down her stomach to the top of her moist patch of
hair. She spread her knees wider and slid forward in the chair as her fingers
brushed her wet, pouty labia. So warm and slick. . .she moaned and fought for
control, ready to come at the touch of her fingers. "Now, Susan," she gasped
out, "you must come and help me now. . .come to me, Susan. . ." Susan's arms
came up again as she obeyed and walked over to where Andrea sat, trembling
and panting. "Now get down on your knees. . .down on your knees like a good
slave girl. . .good hypnotized slave girl. . ." Susan sank to the floor, eyes
dreamily looking up ant Andrea. "Yes, master. I am a hypnotized slave girl."
"Look down," moaned Andrea. "Look between my legs, Susan. . .tell me what you
see. . .tell me everything you see." Susan's eyes moved down as she was
commanded. "I see your. . .I see your cunt, master. . .your wet hair. . .your
lips, master. . ." She was smiling now, eyes fixed between Andrea's smooth
thighs. She moved her head closer: "I see your hand, master. . .your hand is
moving down to your cunt. . .your finger is pulling back the wet skin. .
.moving back and forth. . ."
"Yesss," said Andrea, who was unable to pull her hand away from herself.
"Watch it, Susan. . .watch the finger shining as it moves back and forth,
round and round. . ." She was masturbating now, flicking the wet slickness
around her clit and Susan stared at it in fascination. "Watch. . .the. .
.fingerrrr" "Yes, Andrea," she replied. "I'm watching it. . .watching it
rubbing. . .stroking. . .so. . .fascinating. . ." Andrea felt herself falling
into the rhythm she had used ever since she was a little girl, moving her
index finger up and down, across and back, making wet smacking sounds as it
went around and around. Susan was staring at her in total fascination,
hypnotically fixated on the mesmerizing motion of her hand on her pussy.
Andrea reached up with her other hand for her left nipple, which was so erect
it almost hurt, and she knew that this would send her over the edge and give
her the release her body was trembling for. But she had to fulfill one more
fantasy: "Susan. . .you have to leaaan forward. . .closer and closer now. .
.deeper into the motion. . .deeper and deeper. . ." Susan obeyed, her dark
hair brushing against the inside of Andrea's thighs. "And you, you have to,
you have to reach out with your tongue now," said Andrea in an orgasmic
quaver, "You have to lick meee, lick your master's pussy!"
As Susan swayed forward to comply, Andrea abandoned herself to the sensations
that flooded her. Her right hand was busily rubbing her slick cunt as her
left hand brushed over her thick brown nipple, fingers spread wide and stiff
to fan across it, back and forth. As this started to send her over the brink,
she felt Susan's moist tongue contact her hot flesh, slipping in around her
wet finger. This was too much for her to stand, she though she would go
insane as the soft, rough tongue began to lick her. Lick her. Her slave girl
was licking her as her hand trembled over her aching pussy, and she took her
nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it as she felt the first
trembling muscle spasm begin. Susan was nuzzling her face between her legs as
she began to come, electric shocks running up her legs to converge on her
suddenly contracting cunt, head thrown back, her mouth open and moving as
Susan licked and licked. It was like dying, like breaking into red-hot pieces
as she came and came, hypnotized roommate between her squeezing legs.
There would be so many nights like this, she thought, as the ecstasy echoed
out through her limbs. So many things to try. . .
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Brian C. Ladd
Graduate Student & *NIX Court Jester: University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill
The University will disavow all knowledge of these opinions (and the poster).
"Collaboration is essential: It allows you to blame someone else" -The ABC Team
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