The Matchmaker, Book 1
Beneath the Surface
: Terms of Surrender : Manifest Destiny
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner
and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family
ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of
her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage as
she is…whether they want her to or not.
Note: Each book is written to stand alone.
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Beneath the Surface
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Former Madison Avenue ad exec EJ Vega just landed a
seven-figure advance from Renegade Publishing. Older
sister Evelyn convinces him he needs a fashion makeover
before he goes on his first national book tour and has
just the person in mind to turn his wardrobe inside out.
EJ, too late, recognizes the handiwork of his oldest,
matchmaking sister Angela, and by the time he realizes
what he's gotten himself into, a very hot and uptight
personal shopper has invaded more than just his wardrobe;
she's invaded his soul.
From a broken home and driven by past demons, Tabitha
Lyons is the proprietor of flourishing Lyons
Style, Inc. and knows success when she sees it. In EJ
she sees not just success, but sexy and sin with a capital
"S." She doesn't want to turn his wardrobe
inside out as much as she knows EJ will turn her world
Genre: Contemporary Paranormal/Psychic/Interracial
Length: Super Plus Novel (107,000 words)
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5 Klovers: "Until this month, I had not read any
of Gracie C. McKeever's work, but I
quickly devoured both of her books I
received for review this month. After
reading the other book first, I
immediately turned to The Matchmaker,
Book 1: Beneath the Surface. As much
as I loved the other story, I adored
Beneath the Surface!
I have to say, I wasn't sure quite what to expect after
reading the blurb for this one, but it
just knocked my socks off. The paranormal
element is ever present, and a key part of
the plot, but it never feels like a
paranormal story. It feels very realistic,
with the familiarity of a story that is
strictly contemporary, lending the psychic
talents wielded by EJ and his sister more
EJ Vega is the perfect love interest for the withdrawn
Tabitha. Simultaneously steady and patient
while also powerful and dynamic, he is
just what the doctor ordered to draw her
out of her self-imposed social exile and
into a passionate romance.
The large Vega clan promises several entertaining
sequels in this series, and I know there
is already one released, which I will be
working to get in my hot little hands just
as soon as possible!"
—Jennifer, CK2S Kwips and Kritiques
5 Magic Wands: "Ms McKeever has created a tight family group around psychic telepath Angela, whose words of wisdom and guidance help all around her. There's a strong sense of realism and locale in this book that really drew me in, and the attraction between EJ and Tabitha just grabs you. Even their banter is sexy, so you know that when they finally go to bed it's not just sex, it's something else, something amazing. The supporting cast is just as great, from bitchy Jade to lovable Frankie, the fast-talking sisters and the rest of Eric's family. With plenty of romantic twists and entanglements, this will keep you reading to the very last page. You're sure to love it—and there's more to come in this fantastic series. Keep a look out for the next book!"
4.5 Stars: "Beneath the Surface is Book 1 in The Matchmaker series. The story is a phenomenal start to the matchmaking talents of Angela Calminetti, EJ’s sister. Angela wants all her siblings and family happy and in love. She uses her telepathic abilities to make sure that this happens.
EJ and Tabitha, they have to struggle to make it to happiness, the two are stubborn and try to best each other. But they are miserable without one another. EJ knows Tabitha is the one because she reminds him of his first love Sinclair. Sinclair committed suicide when EJ was much younger and he has never really trusted his heart to another woman. Tabitha is different, for the first time in years EJ wants to tell her the truth about his telepathic abilities. Tabitha has had a rough life and is not very trusting of anyone but Eric James seems like he is worthy of her trust. Gracie C. McKeever shows that the bond between EJ and Tabitha will be long-lived and everlasting. And that the two are each others pretty match.
Beneath the Surface is an outstanding book that is captivating. I definitely recommend this for readers."
—Chantay, Euro Reviews
4.5 Blue Ribbons: "Beneath the Surface is the first book in The Matchmaker series and a wonderful beginning. Tabitha is a great heroine with plenty of backbone to stand up to whom and whatever. This makes reading about her a pure joy. EJ is not your typical author and it doesn’t take much to transform him into incredibly sexy and totally hot. This couple has a fiery relationship both in and out of the bedroom and readers won’t be able to get through the pages fast enough. The love scenes are full of desire and fraught with sensuality. Gracie McKeever has penned a book that will have readers desperately seeking the next volumes in the series." —Angel, Romance Junkies
4.5 Roses: "Gracie C. McKeever has compiled one wonderfully enjoyable read full of rich, full characters.
This story will make you laugh, shed a few tears and make you wish the next tale was available. The witty banter and complex characters make
Beneath The Surface an engrossing read. Gracie C. McKeever has a new fan in this reviewer and I eagerly await her next tale." —Noemi,
A Romance Review
4.5 Hearts: "Beneath the Surface is the first stand-alone entry in Ms. McKeever’s Matchmaker Series featuring psychic matchmaker Angela Calminetti. Angela and EJ are understandably close as they share a psychic as well as a familial bond, so naturally Angie turns her talents toward her brother first. Prickly Tabitha is a wonderful character whose appeal grows as each layer is pulled back and another facet of her character is revealed. This is really a feel-good love story with slight paranormal elements and with graphic language and spicy sex scenes. This reviewer became immediately engrossed with this tale and slurped it right up in one marathon session. Once again, Ms. McKeever has shown a deft touch with her prose and characterizations and produced a wonderful tale. This reviewer looks forward to the future installments in this series and will enjoy visiting the zany Vega family again and again!"
Hot Tattoos: "Ms.
McKeever captures intense love scenes
loaded with earthshaking passion and
desire. Eric and Tabitha burn up the
pages of this book every time they give
into the uncontrollable longing inside of
them. At times, I felt like a voyeur
watching the steamy embraces. Their
passion is only the backdrop for an
intense connection that bonds these two
souls into one. The feelings and
link they share [are] very special and
unique. It is what we are all
searching for out of life.
I will read Beneath
the Surface: The Matchmaker many more times through the years to
remember the beautiful love story of Eric
and Tabitha. I look forward to the
next installment of the series."
McKeever has succeeded in taking an often-used story line and breathed new life into
it. Both Tabitha and Eric are full of such
life and anguish that you laugh and suffer
right along with them. This author has the
talent to draw you into her story and you
can really feel the sexual chemistry
between the hero and the heroine. The
author also sets things up so there will
be more books in the series, something I
will look forward to. I highly recommend
"EJ and Tabitha are a wonderful couple, and throughout the book, I enjoyed the interaction between them, especially how their past makes them closer. Stubborn isn't strong enough to describe these two, but their resistance to taking a chance at love never gets to the irritating stage. Their chemistry is excellent and the desire they feel never fades as the super hot sex gets better with each encounter. Definitely have a significant other available when this book is done. The interaction with the sisters was good and brought a break from the intensity of EJ and Tabitha's developing relationship...The paranormal link is very well-done, and was not only a selling part of the book but completely plausible.
Beneath the Surface is a entertaining book and I look forward to reading the rest of the Vega siblings' stories when they come out."
—Anya Khan, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
4 Hearts: "I really enjoyed this story. Gracie has a very nice voice and a terrific sense of pacing and story momentum. I loved the prickliness and baggage of both the main characters and the way the struggled against each other and against their own baggage. Eric’s sense of responsibility and purpose made him instantly likeable. Tabitha’s complex character and the way she strives for logic and reason in emotions and things inherently irrational made her a heroine to eagerly follow and root for.
One of the most interesting things about this book was that, unlike many paranormals, it was more contemporary than paranormal. The characters live in the real world and their issues and growth is easy to comprehend and sympathize with. The paranormal aspect of this story was masterful. It didn’t beat me over the head and it didn’t hide in the background until the very last moment.
This is the first book I’ve read by Gracie McKeever but it won’t be the last."
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4 Angels: "Beneath the Surface - The Matchmaker
has a wonderful flow and was a joy to read from start to finish. The loves that the Vega family had for each other could easily be felt throughout the story. I absolutely enjoyed following E.J. and Tabitha as they navigated the rocky road of their relationship. They are both strong and independent and it was fun watching them struggle as they tried to build a relationship without giving up control. This book is full of suspense, surprises, laughs and really heated sex scenes. I got such a feeling of comfort and joy when the story ended."
—Lisa, Fallen Angel Reviews
"Beneath The Surface written by
Gracie C. McKeever has something for
everyone; a strong willed, love-shy career
woman, a gorgeous, successful hunk with a
large, meddling Italian family, characters
with psychic abilities and last but not
least, lots of hot, steamy, explicit sex.
When E.J. Vega and Tabitha Lyons are fixed up by his
sister, the matchmaker, sparks fly. This
entertaining read takes you through the
ups and downs of a modern day relationship
between two people who are carting around
a lot of baggage. Will they be able to
overcome past traumas and live happily
ever after with each other or will they
call it quits? It's a roller coaster ride
to the end.
For a great escape, pick up Beneath The Surface.
It's a well written, entertaining book,
but be forewarned, the sex scenes are
Wild Child Publishing
"What do you get when you take a man and a woman with very different personalities, add an impossible to resist sexual attraction, and some meddling family members? You get Gracie C. McKeever’s
Beneath the Surface, one heck of an enjoyable read. Not only does it turn up the heat, it will make you laugh and cry and look forward to the next tale in Ms. McKeever's The Matchmaker series.
EJ is the type of man that it would be easy to underestimate. Only as you get to know him,
do you see beneath his laid back exterior. When EJ decides to woo a lady, he does it relentlessly and with style. Tabitha's cold, business-like exterior protects a heart and soul that have been sorely battered. When she confronts her past, it will bring tears to your eyes. With interesting secondary characters to move the plot along and add some spice of their own,
Beneath the Surface flies by at a quick pace.
Witty banter and complex characters make
Beneath the Surface a delightful, engrossing read. Gracie C. McKeever has certainly caught my interest and I will be eagerly awaiting her next tale. Don't miss out on this wonderful new series."
—Vicki Turner, Romance Reviews Today
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“Send him in.” Tabitha sat
behind her desk and hit Escape on her keyboard.
Eric strolled in just as his
dossier reappeared on her screen, and Tabitha swallowed at the
sight of him, suddenly wishing she had stuck with her usual
formality when they’d been on the phone and kept their
relationship on a strictly last name basis. She didn’t want
him to get the wrong idea, especially since her own
treacherous hormones already had the wrong idea and had her
pussy muscles clenching in response to his tall height and
broad shoulders filling the doorway as he paused on the
Instant attraction. Not only was
it not good, it was unprecedented.
Tabitha stood up behind her desk
and proffered a hand across the glass top as he approached,
thinking Evelyn had somehow bamboozled her and that her
brother’s profile did not do him a bit of justice. There was
nothing about the man that needed to be “made over”.
He was inhumanly gorgeous, the
black hair he had mentioned in his profile was sleek and wavy,
worn in a longish but masculine and neat style combed back off
his forehead and glistening beneath the fluorescent lights of
Tabitha slowly moved her gaze
down, taking in the aquiline nose, angular jaw, and cleft
chin—the cleft he had neglected to mention in his profile as
he had mentioned his dimples—immediately drawn back up to
his indigo eyes, ridiculously long-lashed, so dark and intense
they almost looked black.
She almost smiled when he
grinned and she noticed the big dimples to which he had
previously alluded, mentally taking his measurements and
surprised he had been so accurate with his description. Most
men—most people—boasted, overcompensated for some
shortcoming or were too humble with their self-assessment.
Rarely had she met anyone who’d been so accurate. Accurate
and modest. God, the man
can’t be this perfect!
Tabitha slid her gaze down
further to take in his outfit and amended her last thought.
Today was not Friday, but he was definitely dressed down.
Okay, he wasn’t perfect. Thank God for small favors.
His sense of fashion seemed to
come straight from a discount store. Actually, a discount
store would have been a step up. She could easily see the man
perusing the aisles of a neighborhood thrift shop. Not that
there was anything wrong with that. She frequented some of the
better thrift shops herself when she was on the hunt for that
perfect item for a client and not that his clothes were ill
fitting, quite the contrary.
He had the kind of body on which
clothes hung well, any clothes, pulled off the casual ragged,
torn-up look with sensual style rather than coming off as a
Tabitha glanced at her clock as
he caught her smaller hand in his big one and gently squeezed.
The resultant energy tingled all the way up her arm until she
thought he had one of those practical joke buzzers in his
palm, but there was nothing touching her palm except his
smooth, warm skin.
He noticed the direction of her
glance and grinned, showcasing those dimples to their fullest
effect. “Come on now, you have to admit I’m on time.”
Tabitha arched a brow.
“Just,” she said coolly.
“Let me guess, you’re the
type who turns up to all her appointments at least a
half-an-hour early, am I right?”
“Why don’t you have a seat
and we can get started,” she said, ignoring his quip. That
he was so on target about her was totally beside the point.
He released her hand slowly, his
body heat and intensity overwhelming and invading her comfort
zone so much, it made her think twice about walking across the
room to close the door before she finally did just that.
When she got back behind her
desk and sat down, Eric was still standing and running a hand
over the glass top admiringly, glanced up at her with a
“I knew you’d be a glass and
Tabitha glanced at him with a
start, entranced by his long fingertips stroking her desk,
imagined him caressing her skin instead of the smooth cold
glass, her body wantonly arched beneath his manipulations.
“I got a definite vibe from
your voice on the phone the other day.” He glanced around
her uncluttered office and nodded. “Cool, Spartan,
His matter of fact appraisal
made her feel as if her character had just been attacked, that
maybe she should defend herself, but he spoke up again before
she had a chance.
“Don’t get me wrong. I like
the look. It suits you.”
“Not quite an apology.”
He arched a lush brow. “Do I
owe you one?”
“No, I suppose you don’t.
You were just making an observation after all.” She leaned
her elbows on the desk, folded her hands and leaned her chin
on her clenched fingers as she looked at him. Two could play
the intuitive game. “What type are you?”
“Eclectic, whatever feels good
at the moment.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Just like she
thought. A free spirit. He probably would have been right at
home at Woodstock.
“Is this part of the interview
“Everything you say to me here
is basically part of the interview process. I get to know what
you like, your general style, it helps me when I finally have
to go and pick things out for you. That is, if you’re not
with me at the time I make the purchases.”
“You mean I have that
“If you have the time, of
course you do. Most of my clients don’t use the option. Time
constraints are one of the main reasons people hire me in the
first place. Your time is valuable, so why not let me do what
I do best while you’re using your time to do what you do
“I like that philosophy.”
men did. Most of her clients of the male,
no-time-or-desire-for-frivolous-nonsense persuasion where
shopping was concerned, did. Must have been something in the Y
chromosome, some anti-shopping gene.
Tabitha looked at her monitor
and hit the Enter key twice to make room for additional
information. “Now, you mentioned eclectic…” Tabitha
paused to glimpse his outfit. Not quite as out there as some
fashions she had seen, but definitely unconventional for the
business world in which she moved. The white T-shirt tucked
into a pair of blue wash-and-wear Levi’s hinted at firm
well-muscled abs that tapered down to a slim waist, would have
been more suitable attire for a Grease
revival. Same went for the black distressed leather blazer
that clung to his broad shoulders and had Tabitha’s fingers
itching to divest him and see if his physique was as hard as
He had the anarchistic artist
look down to a science, and she wasn’t sure yet whether or
not it was a façade, or a well-honed image he’d perfected
just for their meeting today, because Eric seemed like the
type to go out of his way to shock.
Eric finally took the seat
across from Tabitha’s desk, resting his right ankle on his
left knee and giving her a good view of a comfortable,
well-worn black desert boot.
let’s get back to your sty—”
“I don’t like suits and
ties. I did the whole corporate dress for success deal years
ago, and I’m not interested in reimmersing myself. What you
see here is as dressy as I usually get.”
True, the customer was always
right, but Tabitha took offense at his tone, as if he was too
good for a suit and she wasn’t; as if he were attacking her
tastes without even knowing what she might have planned for
“There are a lot of things we
can do with slacks and a suit jacket that don’t involve a
“There are a lot of things I
could do with a tie that don’t involve clothes at all.”
If she’d had liquid in her
mouth, she might have spewed it across the desk in his face.
As it was she had to tamp down a strong urge to laugh, and
instead frowned to show her displeasure.
Her look didn’t go a long way
to putting him in his place, however.
He simply grinned at her, a smug
boy who had just put his second grade teacher on the spot with
his risqué comment in front of the class.
“Other than the suit and tie
“I’m fairly easy.”
She just bet. “That helps a
bit.” Although she didn’t consider the subject closed by
any stretch of the imagination.
He’d insulted her and Tabitha
did not take well to insults. Rather than dwell on it though,
she typed in “easy and casual” on his profile, then peered
at him. “Would it be safe to say blue or black are your
“Today they are. Tomorrow it
might be something that’s at my fingertips when I reach into
Tabitha shifted in her chair,
crossed her legs to stem the sudden flow of wetness in her
panties. She’d never found wise-asses a turn-on, but there
was something intrinsically sexy and inviting about his grin,
something raw and challenging in the depths of those indigo
She highlighted and underlined
“easy and casual”, already envisioning him in a charcoal
single breasted suit and vest to highlight those beautiful
dark eyes, and a black T-shirt underneath. There, no tie!
“Any colors or materials you don’t like?”
He shrugged, but rather than
give off uncertainty, the motion emitted his indifference.
Tabitha stopped herself from
flinging her mouse over the pad, and stared at him across the
desk as he merely arched a thick brow. “This is not the best
way to build rapport, Eric. I need cooperation from you to
make this work. This relationship has to be a two-way street,
give and ta—”
“Okay, okay.” He chuckled,
put up his hands as if in surrender. “You’re absolutely
right. I have to apologize for dragging you into this.”
That was more than she expected,
but less than she deserved, and Tabitha waited for the other
shoe to drop. She was sure he had something up his sleeve,
especially when she realized what he had said. “Dragging me
“Vega vendettas and power
“I’m not following.”
“I have to be honest. My
sister damn near twisted my arm to sell me on the idea of a
makeover and personal shopper.”
“You don’t have to feel
“But, now that I’m here I’m getting used to the idea of having
a fashion consultant.”
“Let’s get something
straight, I can’t work miracles.”
“I don’t expect you to.”
“And I won’t do anything to
your wardrobe you don’t want me to do.”
“I leave myself and my
wardrobe at your total discretion, Tabitha.”
She stopped herself from
sputtering at his silky warm murmur, the sound of her name on
his lips, still waiting for that big size twelve desert boot
At the thought, he did lower his
right foot to the polished parquet floor, rolled his chair
closer before leaning his elbows on her desk.
Tabitha purposely held her
ground, though she was tempted to roll her chair back an inch
or two, his clean musky scent riding the wind to her nostrils
and making her light-headed.
It should have been illegal for
a man to smell as good as he looked.
“Well, ah, that’s good to
“And I promise to cooperate
and be a good boy for the rest of our meeting.”
She didn’t think he could or
would keep that particular promise, not even if he tried, not
a “good” bone in that big well-built body.
“Scout’s honor.” He raised
his hand and grinned at her silence.
“Was I what?”
“A Boy Scout.”
“Even better. I was an
She wasn’t that up on what the
qualifications for an Eagle Scout were, but she was sure they
were pretty extensive and doubted that Eric’s footloose and
fancy-free mien had held him in good stead with the
“I could show you my merit
badges,” he said at her doubtful look.
“I bet you could.” What
did they give merit badges out for? She was certain he’d
excelled in totally different areas of achievement and
socialization than had the rest of his troop. And despite his
aversion to suits and ties, she could imagine him in the
little green shorts uniform, politely helping an old lady
across the street and shamelessly flirting with her all the
Tabitha bet he had nice legs
too, to go with the rest of that hard body she’d been
secretly ogling since he’d arrived.
“‘What about you?”
“Me?” She raised a brow.
“I can see you in a little
Brownie’s uniform selling cookies door to door.”
The double entendre didn’t
escape her—she knew he’d meant it not to—his smile slow
and seductive as he sat back in his seat waiting for her
“I was entirely too busy with
more important activities to indulge in that particular
whimsy.” Too busy surviving, she thought.
Tabitha had never had to sell
cookies door to door, but she’d had to barter, borrow and
steal for a meal more times than she liked to count.
She especially remembered a
period when her mother had neglected to come home for several
days after Tabitha’s father had left them. Everyday for a
week she had come home to an empty house, and an even emptier
refrigerator before going out to the neighbors to play
“Whimpy from Popeye” with promises that her mother would
gladly pay them Tuesday for a meal today.
No, hawking hundreds of boxes of
overpriced cookies for top-selling honors and a cheesy
overrated prize had not been high on her list of
“So, back to least favorite
colors and materials?”
“I’m not too fond of orange
and pink, unless they’re on a woman. As for materials, I
like anything that’s washable.”
She wanted to ask him if that
jacket he was wearing was washable since it looked like it had
been through the ringer. Distressed leather had been a trend
back in the 90’s, which looked to be about when he had
bought the jacket. Of course, leather and blazers were pretty
“Before you ask, yes, it
“I’m sorry? Yes what is?”
“The jacket’s washable.”
Her jaw dropped but she quickly
coughed into a fist to cover her shock. “What are you, a
mind reader?” she asked and watched as he fidgeted in his
seat, for the first time since he’d come into her office
looking uneasy, as if she had hit a nerve.
the space between them, reached for her, cupping a breast.
not realizing he’d undone the top several buttons of her
blouse and unlatched her bra until she glanced down and saw
his hand against her naked copper tone flesh. “You’re
fast,” she blurted.
no idea.” He pressed her against the wall, lightly pinching
and rolling an already hardened nipple between his thumb and
moaned and Eric covered her mouth in a scorching kiss that
sent her stomach spiraling in a pool of molten liquid draining
straight out of her vagina.
everything all right in there, sir?” one of the salesmen
his mouth away from hers long enough to say, “Everything’s
fine!” He stared down at her, licking his lips like a hungry
predator. “More than fine,” he murmured, making slow
sensual circles with a forefinger around her right nipple.
moved away and slapped at his hand. “You’re absolutely
herself from smiling. She didn’t want to encourage him, not
that he needed much encouragement to be the total scoundrel
that he was.
God, when he
looked at her like that—indigo eyes smoky and heavy-lidded,
plainly proclaiming exactly what he wanted to do to
her—Tabitha wanted to give in, give him anything he wanted,
do anything to please him.
She had to
get away from him before she fell any deeper under his spell.
moved to the opposite side of the cramped room—not nearly
far enough—warily watching him, didn’t realize she was
panting until she saw her breasts heaving from the corner of
her eyes. She reached up to latch her bra and button her
blouse with shaky hands under Eric’s glittering watchful
gaze, couldn’t drag her eyes away from his. “You messed up
actually trying to get them off.”
don’t stop, and you’ll mess up those clothes.” She
pointed her chin at his outfit.
going to buy them anyway, will it make a difference?”
will. They’ll know what we were doing in here.”
He took a
couple of steps towards her and before she knew it, he had her
pinned against the wall again. “They already do,” he
Her next words died on a groan as he lifted her skirt and
palmed her sex.
her through the crotch of her pantyhose for several long
torturous moments before he slid his hands up to the waistband
and pulled down her panties and hose in one rough swift
He got to
his knees, buried his head beneath her skirt and in an
instant, Tabitha felt his mouth on her.
she gyrated her hips, grinding her pelvis against his mouth,
felt him open and explore her with his fingers before his
tongue penetrated her.
gasped and would have tipped over had he not held her steady,
gripping and spreading her ass cheeks as he pushed his tongue
into her pussy as deep as it would go, burrowing and circling
like some piece of earth-moving equipment—how freaking
She felt his
fingers again, thumb and forefinger rhythmically stimulating
her clit, zinging hot flashes of sensation straight to kitty
her bottom lip hard to keep from crying out, tasted blood in
her mouth as an orgasm crashed down on her sudden as an
epileptic seizure. She stiffened, then convulsed as Eric got
to his feet and held her close.
She lay her
head against his chest—just resting, just catching her
breath, she told herself—listened to his speeding heartbeat
echoing the pattern of hers, slowly opened her eyes and
stepped out of his arms to see him smiling down at her.
I’ll kiss the hurt and make it better,” he said and leaned
close, smelling of her juices, tasting of her essence,
caressing her lips with his, sliding his tongue into her
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