Growing into the Job, Post 498: A Day at Far Horizons: Internal Medicine/OBGYN

Eva McMahon sat on the softly cushioned exam table, her hands folded in her soft lap, her mind unusually quiet. The last few hours had moved quickly, the morning a blur of introductions throughout her daughter’s visit in the Adolescent Care and Female Development Clinic, not to mention all the tests and unexpected emotions when they’d been told the good news. And - a job for Tia as a lifeguard at the pool here, and admittance to their Elite Girls Academy Program! 

But then thee was this - a last minute appointment for herself in the Internal Medicine/OBGYN practice here at Far Horizons Evolution Center. She had done her paperwork on one of the clinic’s sleek tablets, talked to some nice ladies in the modernly elegant waiting room, mostly other women here for their first appointments. Some younger, some older, some even accompanied by nervous-looking husbands who had been made to wait outside when it was time for their wife’s visit. She chatted with one of them, actually, left by himself. Pleasant enough, he’d recently lost his job at a local plant, she learned. Nice guy, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off her chest. Kind of typical, these days, especially for women built like herself.

Finally, though, Eva was called in. And now here she was sitting in her gown in one of the clinic’s exam rooms, with her white jeans and Merlot sweater folded neatly to the side, heeled suede boots alongside. She was alone.

The room around her was not what she had expected. Like everything else at Far Horizons Evolution Center, it was beautifully designed - not sterile and impersonal like most medical offices, but sleek, warm, and deliberate. The walls were a soft, pearlescent cream, curving seamlessly into the ceiling, giving the space an organic, almost futuristic feel. The lighting was diffused, gentle, casting a flattering glow. A biometric console embedded in the counter pulsed quietly, collecting data from her in real-time - what kind of data, she had no idea. There was no visible clutter, no clunky medical equipment lying around - everything was streamlined, efficient, like the clinic itself had been engineered to make a woman feel well taken care of, comfortable and important.

Even the air felt different.

Eva exhaled slowly, smoothing the thin gown over her lap. The subtle floral scent in the air - something clean, feminine, impossible to place - reminded her of the soft perfume Tia had started wearing recently. ‘A new scent for a new phase in my life’, her daughter had said playfully just last week.

She swallowed. Tia was growing up so fast.

That thought lingered. Eva had driven herself here separately from Tia, so Tia could get back to school and she could go out for some errands. Her daughter had just recently got her driver’s license and the independence it gave her was nice, gave them both space. But the appointment in Adolescent Care had felt…big, important for Tia in ways Eva was still processing.

Even this morning, watching her daughter move through the clinic with quiet confidence, Eva had felt an unfamiliar coil in her chest - a feeling between pride and… something else. Something unspoken. A small, secret pang at how easily her daughter fit into this world. Like she belonged.

Tia was thriving.

And Eva?

She glanced down at her hands, still neatly folded.

Her measurements had been taken not long ago, recorded efficiently by the medical assistant who had guided her inside - Bessie, a sweet young thing. They’d had a nice conversation; besides here she also worked at that new smoothie place Tia was always raving about. Eva had tried not to think too much about the numbers as they were rattled off - the 5’7” in height had been the same since she was 15, but much of the 146 pounds was new. She was, though, secretly proud of how it had distributed itself in her thighs, hips and breasts, in the soft, well-maintained 38-26-36 curves that Bessie had murmured approvingly, tape measure in hand.

Eva knew she was an attractive woman - she had been all her life. But she also knew what was happening. Next to her daughter, she was becoming less. She wasn’t shrinking, exactly. But there was no denying it. Tia…Tia was surpassing her.

And Jeremy had noticed, more than just noticed. Her husband. Tia’s father. It was-

Eva inhaled sharply, pushing that thought aside as the quiet hiss of the exam room door opening drew her back to the present.

A woman entered, with a stethoscope around her neck. Eva sat up straighter automatically and saw how the young woman glanced at the tablet in her hand before lifting her gaze to meet her own with a knowing, unreadable expression.

“Hi - Ms. McMahon? I’m Vida Mendes,” the girl began. She was no more than twenty-eight, Eva figured, closer to her daughter’s age than her own. “I’m one of the Nurse Practitioners here. I’ll be doing your exam today, if that’s okay?”

“Of course!” Eva beamed, sitting up straighter still. 

The nurse was striking. She was not as imposing as some of the other women Eva had seen working the halls of Far Horizons today, but there was something about her - a precision in the way she moved, a sharpness in her posture that suggested composure and control. Her uniform was different from what Eva had seen on the other staff  - a fitted, deep-green wrap dress rather than the soft pastel scrubs of the others. It cinched neatly at the waist, emphasizing an hourglass figure that was toned and quite exaggerated in the hips. Her dark, shoulder-length hair was pulled into a sleek low ponytail, not a strand out of place.

“Well,” she said smoothly, her voice - rather a rich one - carrying the slightest trace of an accent. Her full lips curled faintly. “Let’s get started.”

Eva, for some reason, felt her pulse quicken and shifted slightly on the exam table as Vida approached, the soft material of the gown rustling against her thighs. The APRN sat on a rolling exam stool, and crossed her legs. She was poised, deliberate in her movements as she looked back to her tablet. She had fabulous legs.

“Let’s start with the basics,” Vida said smoothly, <tap-tapping> a few buttons with the click of well-manicured fingers before turning her attention back to Eva. “You’re feeling well today?”

“Yes,” Eva nodded. “I feel great, actually.”

Vida’s painted lips curled slightly, as if she found that answer mildly amusing. “That’s what I like to hear.” She rolled her stool in a little closer, put her tablet in her lap, and reached for Eva’s wrist, taking it between her fingers with a light but confident grip. Her touch was cool, professional, but not without a certain warmth of intentionality. The slow, methodical press of her fingers against Eva’s pulse point was comforting but…assessing. Not just counting beats per minute, but reading something in her.

Eva inhaled softly, suddenly more aware of the way she was being observed.

A few seconds passed in silence before Vida hummed, tilting her head. “Pulse is strong, but a little elevated.”

Eva let out a small, breathy laugh. “Well, it’s been an exciting morning.”

“I imagine so,” Vida murmured, glancing at the screen in her lap and dictating a number. The AI-enhanced EHR recorded the data. “Your daughter was just accepted into the elite girl’s program,” she continued, looking up with dark eyes sharp, stunning but unreadable, “That must make you proud.”

Eva swallowed. “It does. Very.”

Vida smiled faintly, letting go of Eva’s wrist and moving to the automated blood pressure cuff. As she wrapped it snugly around Eva’s upper arm, she let her gaze flicker downward - just for a moment - before securing the Velcro.

“You take good care of yourself,” she noted, almost idly, as the cuff began inflating.

Eva blinked at the sudden shift in topic. “Oh. Well - thank you,” she said, with a small chuckle. “I try. Gym, Weights. Yoga.”

Vida didn’t respond immediately. She let the pressure build, her gaze flickering between Eva’s bare neck and the numbers on the screen. Her expression remained neutral, but there was something thoughtful behind her eyes.

Eva exhaled slowly as the cuff deflated.

“120 over 78,” Vida murmured, nodding approvingly. “Perfect.” The tablet recorded everything. 

She removed the cuff, placing it neatly aside before retrieving her stethoscope from where she’d looped it around her neck. She then gestured slightly. “Slide your gown down just a bit, please. I’m going to listen to your heart and lungs.”

Eva complied, loosening the top of the gown and letting it slip just enough to expose the smooth curve of her upper chest.

Vida stepped closer, pressing the cool metal of the stethoscope against Eva’s skin. “Deep breath in.”

Eva inhaled.

Vida listened.

The rhythmic expansion of Eva’s ribcage, the subtle shift of her full breasts beneath the fabric of the gown - it was all noted, cataloged.

“And out.”

Eva exhaled. 

“Again please.”

She breathed in once more, deeper still, more aware now of Vida’s presence, the way she watched. The young nurse was professional, of course - but there was no mistaking the attention she paid to certain details. She’s been looking at my breasts, too, Eva thought, with a sudden pride in her figure. 

Vida pulled back, popping the stethoscope from her ears and letting it settle back around her neck. She tapped something into the tablet, then finally looked at Eva again. This time, her expression held something almost…amused.

“You have excellent posture,” she remarked casually.

Eva blinked. “Oh. Thank you?”

Vida’s lips curled slightly, as if she already knew what Eva was about to say next.

Eva hesitated, then gave a small, self-deprecating smile. “Though, I guess I do catch myself slouching sometimes. Tia actually pointed it out a few weeks ago.”

Vida hummed, swiping idly through the chart. “Teenagers can be brutally honest, can’t they?”

“Oh, tell me about it.” Eva laughed lightly, shaking her head. “She’s been growing like a weed, too. I swear, she’s up another half-inch every time I look at her. And she’s so, like, confident about it.”

“Girls are growing very fast these days,” Vida commented, a bit cryptically. Then she glanced up, something flickering behind her gaze. “And you?”

Eva paused. “Me?”

“Are you confident in your body?”

The question was simple. Direct. But something about the way Vida asked it made Eva hesitate.

“I…yes,” she said automatically. Then, after a beat, she added, “Mostly.”

Vida arched a sculpted brow. “Mostly?”

Eva let out a soft laugh, shifting slightly on the exam table. “Well, I mean. I love my body. I always have, even now.” She gestured vaguely. “But Tia - she’s just - she’s in her prime. It’s different when you’re…” She trailed off, waving a hand.

Nurse Vida tilted her head, as if considering that answer. “I see,” she murmured, more to herself than to Eva. She tapped a final note into the tablet, then let her gaze settle once more on Eva - not just as a patient, but as something more.

Her heart, her vitals, her figure - all were exceptional. So far a perfect candidate.

Vida’s smile was slow, unreadable. “Alright,” she said smoothly. “Now, let’s do some bloodwork.” She turned back toward the counter, retrieving a sleek, pen-like medical instrument from its sterile dock. It gleamed under the soft light - sleek, minimalist, and unmistakably advanced. “This will only take a moment,” she murmured, stepping back toward Eva.

Eva inhaled, steadying herself as Vida took her hand, fingers cool against her skin.

A tiny click. A painless prick on the back of her hand. Eva barely felt it before the instrument’s screen flickered to life, its digital interface instantly beginning to analyze the sample. Vida didn’t even have to move toward a separate machine - the results were generated immediately, right here, right now. Eva watched, fascinated, as numbers and data streamed across the screen, sorting into organized readings.

Vida’s dark eyes flicked across them quickly, expertly, processing everything in real-time. Then, after a moment, she exhaled softly, tilting the screen so Eva could see. “Alright,” she said smoothly. “Let’s take a look.”

BLOOD ANALYSIS

Eva McMahon – FHEC:EC 000413   10/13/19__

• Estrogen (E2): 356 pg/mL (Normal: 50-250 pg/mL)

• Progesterone: 32 ng/mL (Normal: 5-20 ng/mL)

• Testosterone (T): 28 ng/dL (Normal Female: 15-70 ng/dL)

• Luteinizing Hormone (LH): 18 mIU/mL (Normal: 1.0-12.0 mIU/mL)

• Follicle-Stimulating Hormone (FSH): 6.2 mIU/mL (Normal: 1.5-10 mIU/mL)

• Prolactin: 29 ng/mL (Normal: 4-23 ng/mL)

• Oxytocin: 252 pg/mL (Normal: 100-200 pg/mL)

• IGF-1 (Growth Factor): 225 ng/mL (Normal: 90-200 ng/mL)

• DHEA-S: 198 µg/dL (Normal: 35-430 µg/dL, but varies with age)

Vida let the numbers settle between them, watching Eva’s reaction carefully.

“…Oh.”

Eva’s voice was quiet, almost breathless. Her eyes scanned the numbers, flicking from one to the next. She wasn’t a medical professional, but even she could tell - there were a lot of numbers that were "high". Were those...good?

Vida smiled faintly, tilting her head. “You see what I see?”

Eva swallowed, then gave a small, dazed nod. “I… I think so?”

Vida tapped a manicured nail against the screen, her voice smooth but laced with something deeper. “Your estrogen is significantly elevated. This means your femininity is dominant, thriving. Your progesterone levels are excellent - which means your body is not only balanced but incredibly fertile.”

Eva’s breath hitched. Fertile. She knew she was still in her prime - she’d had Tia relatively young, at just twenty-four, and she’d always been aware of how naturally feminine she was. But seeing proof of it? The numbers glowing back at her, confirming everything she already felt in her body?

She bit her lip, a warm, almost giddy sensation curling in her stomach.

Vida, watching the way Eva’s thighs pressed ever-so-slightly together, smiled. “You have a very strong hormonal profile,” she continued, “Even your oxytocin levels are elevated - meaning your maternal instincts are heightened.”

Eva let out a small, shaky laugh. “Well, I am a mom, 24-7.”

Vida’s lips curled. “Yes. And you’re built for it.”

Something about the way she said it sent a slow, thrilling shiver down Eva’s spine. She let her eyes linger on the screen, taking in the proof of what she’d always felt about herself. She was highly female. Still fertile, still thriving. Still in her prime. Her body wasn’t fading. It was flourishing.

Vida’s voice was lower now, smooth, almost coaxing. “You feel it, don’t you?”

Eva swallowed.

A pause.

Then, finally - a small, breathless nod.

Vida tapped the screen once, locking the results into Eva’s file. “Well,” she said plainly, slipping the instrument back into its dock, “It’s a good thing you came in today, then.” She turned back to Eva, gaze sharpening, her lips curling slightly. “Because with numbers like these…?”

She let the thought hang, the weight of it settling between them. Allowed herself a slow, knowing smile.

“...we can make you even more.”

Vida let the weight of her last words settle before finally pushing her stool away from the counter, her expression poised, professional. “Alright,” she hummed, setting her tablet aside, “I’d like to run a quick body composition scan.”

Eva blinked, still processing everything from the blood test, still feeling the residual warmth curling in her stomach from those numbers, that confirmation of her thriving, undeniable femininity.

“A…scan?” she repeated, clearing her throat slightly.

Vida smiled, stepping toward a sleek, seamless-looking device resting on the counter. “Yes. Completely non-invasive. It will give us a precise breakdown of your body fat distribution, bone density, muscle tone, and tissue composition. Far more detailed than what we could get from a basic physical examination.”

Eva hesitated. Not out of nervousness, but because something about the way Vida was looking at her - clinical, assessing, focused - made her feel as though she was being measured in ways she couldn’t quite define. Like she was being sized up for some purpose. Still, she nodded. “Okay.”

Vida’s dark eyes flickered. “Good.” She motioned toward the exam gown, her tone smooth, assured. “You’ll need to remove the gown for the scan. You can leave your underwear on.”

Eva inhaled, pulse quickening slightly, but she complied.

Fingers moving without hesitation, she untied the soft belt of the gown, letting the fabric glide down her shoulders. The gown pooled around her waist for a moment before she shrugged it off entirely, neatly setting it aside on the exam table. She was aware of Vida’s gaze, aware of the slight shift in the air as she straightened, standing now in just her panties. She was also aware of how the cold air kissed the bare, heavy curves of her full, natural breasts as she squared her shoulders, resisting the small, automatic urge to fold her arms, cross them over her nipples for modesty.

Vida, for her part, remained completely composed. She stepped forward, holding the small, handheld scanner - a white device no larger than a TV remote, its sleek surface pulsing faintly with light. “Stand still,” she instructed, voice smooth, professional, “It’ll only take a moment.”

Eva nodded, exhaling slowly as the scanner began its work.

A soft humming sound filled the room, subtle but arresting, as Vida moved the device slowly across Eva’s figure, gathering precise biometric data. Eva could feel the light, nearly imperceptible warmth of the scanning field sweeping over her skin, mapping her body, processing every curve, every line. Soft tissue, fluid, bone. And then - 

A faint <beep>, signalling the scan was complete.

Vida turned the device in her palm, and its small screen flickered, displaying a 3D model of Eva’s body. She looked to her tablet, and there it was as well - an immaculate, high-resolution image, every detail, down to the millimeter, captured with stunning accuracy.

Eva inhaled sharply. She’d never seen herself like this before, so scientifically analyzed, so measured, assessed, quantified. And…wow, that picture…so impressive.

Vida’s dark eyes flicked over the results, then - after a moment - she gave a soft, approving hum. “Beautiful,” she murmured.

Eva blinked. “What?”

Vida looked up, her expression calm, clinical - but her words? Pointed. Precise. “Your body. It’s…” She tapped the screen. “Structurally exceptional.”

Eva swallowed, her chest rising subtly with the motion. She wasn’t sure why, but the words pleased her inordinately.

Vida turned her tablet slightly, allowing Eva to better see the data, the numbers glowing beside the rotating model.

Eva McMahon – Body Scan Results

• Height: 5’7.2” (yeah that’s about what they measured me at earlier)

• Weight: 146.2 lbs (also right but huh how did that little thing-?)

• Bust: 38.6 inches (ooof that’s a little bigger than when I last got measured)

• Waist: 26.2 inches (ugh bigger than I was at 22 but hey)

• Hips: 36.8 inches (yikes also big) structurally ideal for childbirth (haha nope)

• Waist-to-Hip Ratio: 0.72 Feminine gold standard; high fertility marker

…

Vida’s gaze lingered on the waist-to-hip ratio statistic for a moment, then gave a small, satisfied nod. “This,” she murmured, tapping the number lightly, “is ideal.”

Eva swallowed, shifting slightly on her feet. “What does that mean?”

Vida glanced at her, a faint smile playing at the edges of her lips. “It means your body,” she said, “is built for both aesthetics and reproduction.”

Eva’s stomach tightened.

Vida continued. “Your hips are perfectly proportioned, designed to carry and birth children with ease. Your waist is narrow, refined, naturally sculpted. And your bust…” She tapped the screen again, this time highlighting the breast tissue data:

• Breast Tissue Density: High, Predominantly Glandular: 72% *suggests responsiveness to hormonal optimization*

“…is remarkable.”

Eva inhaled softly, watching as Vida studied the numbers with interest.

“You have an extremely high percentage of glandular tissue,” she noted. “This suggests not only fullness and natural lift, but also responsiveness to hormonal adjustments - natural or medically induced - and exceptional lactational capability.”

Eva’s lips parted slightly. She hadn’t expected that.

Vida glanced up, tilting her head slightly. “Did you breastfeed your daughter?”

Eva nodded automatically. “Yes. For…for almost a year. Well, like nine months.”

“Mm,” Vida mused, tapping something into her tablet. “That explains the excellent retention of density.”

Eva blinked. “Retention?”

Vida smirked faintly. “Most women experience some loss of fullness after breastfeeding. You didn’t.”

Eva hesitated. Then, almost without thinking, she bit her lip. Because… she remembered. Not just breastfeeding Tia. But the other times. The few times when Jeremy - her husband - had…

She exhaled sharply, pushing the thought away, but not before Vida caught the tiny shift in her expression.

For a moment, Vida said nothing, just observed. Then, slowly, her lips curled. “Would you like to know more? About what this means?”

Eva swallowed hard, pulse thudding in her ears. “Yes.”

Vida smiled, and tapped the screen one more time, the soft glow reflecting off her polished nails. “Let me show you something,” she offered.

Eva, still flushed, still processing the way Vida had spoken about her body - about her potential- leaned in slightly, watching as a new set of images flickered onto the sleek digital display. Photos of other women.

‘Before-and-after photos’, these look like, thought Eva.

The first set showed a woman in her early thirties, her body trim, well-maintained - petite, but undeniably feminine. The after photo, though…Eva’s lips parted slightly. The woman’s bust was fuller, higher, heavier, pushing proudly against the soft fabric of a fitted top. Implants? Probably. But her hips, too, had changed, subtly rounder, firmer, her posture more confident.

Eva inhaled slowly, her fingers tightening slightly against the edge of the exam table. Why was Vida showing her this?

Vida, watching her reaction carefully, swiped to the next image, another woman, a similar transformation. Then another. And another. Each before-and-after showed a woman whose body had blossomed, enhanced yet natural, exaggerated yet balanced, her curves thriving.

“These are, like… surgical results?” she asked cautiously, voice quiet, “Women who had…implants? Other surgery like - butt lifts?”

Vida’s lips curled. “No.”

Eva blinked.

Vida tapped the screen lightly, her nails making a soft, deliberate click against the glass. “These women,” she said, voice smooth, assured, “did not have implants, or BBLs, or liposuction, fat transfer, anything surgical.”

Eva felt a slow, creeping thrill work its way up her spine. “Then how..?”

Vida’s smile was sly, pleased. She turned the screen slightly, to make sure Eva could see before she spoke. “These women’s bodies were changed with hormones, modified hormones. Hormone optimization, enhancement, recalibrating their bodies’ natural potential.” A pause, as she considered the boldness of her next statement. “We call it Program.”

Eva swallowed. “You’re saying this was done with, like, pills?” she asked, “And totally no surgery?”

Vida nodded slowly.

“And you call it ‘Program’,” Eva followed, “Is it…like…similar to the ‘Program’ that my daughter is starting?”

“The medication, yes,” Vida answered, frankly, “but hers is designed for a young woman in adolescence. You - you would be receiving the treatment made for a grown woman.”

Eva’s eyes flickered back to the screen.The results were… undeniable. The idea - irresistible. Who wouldn’t want, these days, what these women had been given? A fuller bust, a rounder, tighter waist-to-hip ratio. And without surgery? Without implants? And, as she looked at them again - their physiques were different, they looked…stronger. She exhaled sharply, her head tilting slightly, mind racing with possibilities.

Then, softly - Vida leaned in slightly, her tone dropping into something almost… intimate. “What we’re talking about here is not artificial enhancement.” She swiped again, revealing a new set of data points, charts, projections. “This is about unlocking what’s already inside you.”

Eva’s breath caught. “What’s… already inside me?”

Vida’s voice was smooth, assured, wrapping around the words like silk. “Your body is already designed for this. You were meant for more.”

Eva’s fingers curled slightly against the exam table. Meant for more. She swallowed, throat suddenly dry.

She felt warm, her skin prickling with awareness with the sheer weight of what Vida was saying. This wasn’t…this wasn’t just about growing bigger breasts, was it?

Vida’s dark eyes glinted, and she pointed at something else on the screen.

“Eva, now, do you notice the height charts alongside these women?”

Eva blinked, her gaze flickering toward the small, neatly labeled graphs beside each before-and-after image. Her stomach tightened. Because the ‘before’ numbers? They didn’t match the ‘after’ ones.

Eva’s lips parted slightly, the realization settling into her chest like a slow, delicious weight.

Vida, watching every tiny shift in her expression, tapped her manicured nail against the screen.

“Tell me, Eva…” Her voice was soft, silken, but there was something sharper beneath it, something deliberate, “…have you ever thought about being taller?”

Eva’s breath hitched. The question was simple. Too simple. But something inside her stirred. Because-  Yes. Yes, she had. More and more lately. She didn’t know why - she hadn’t told anyone - but… she had.

She had noticed it in the mirror, standing beside Tia, silently comparing figures.

She wanted to be more. 

She had noticed it in the kitchen, reaching for a glass while her daughter grabbed one effortlessly from the higher shelf.

She wanted to be more. 

She had noticed it when her husband stood beside her, when she slipped on heels and felt that fleeting, flickering rush of height, of power, of presence.

She wanted to be more.  

But why had she been thinking about it? Why had it become a thought that wouldn’t leave her alone?

Eva swallowed, trying to steady herself, but Vida saw it - the hesitation, the recognition, the flicker of possibility. A slow, knowing smirk curled at the corner of the nurse’s lips.

“How tall are you now?” Vida’s voice was soft, coaxing.

Eva inhaled shakily. “Five-seven.”

Vida’s eyes gleamed. “And how tall do you want to be?”

Eva opened her mouth. Then hesitated. “I… I don’t know.” That, though, wasn’t true. She had thought about it. She just hadn’t let herself say it out loud: I want to be big. 

Vida leaned in just slightly, her presence subtle, but inescapable.

“As tall as your husband?” she pressed, voice silken.

Eva exhaled sharply, her thighs pressing together slightly.

“Yes.”

There. She had said it.

Vida tilted her head. “And how tall is he?”

“Five-ten, I think,” Eva murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Vida tapped something into her tablet, then looked back up, her expression pleased, almost indulgent. “We can do that,” she said smoothly.

Eva’s breath caught. I want to be really big. 

“Quickly, if you’d like,” Vida added. 

Eva blinked, her pulse skipping. “Quickly?” I want to be huge. 

Vida’s was calm as she nodded, almost casual, but there was a gravity to her. “And over a year or so…” she continued, her gaze steady, intent.

I want to make that pathetic little man that’s been lusting after his own daughter SHIVER and SHAKE when he looks up at me - HIS WIFE -  towering over him.

“…we can do that, and more…”

Eva’s fingers tightened in her lap.

“…so such more. Now, let’s get some baseline pictures, for your record. You can put your bra back on…”

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