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Story codes: MF cons breasts
Code code code.
That's all I get to do these days. Deadlines don't favor innovation. Churn it out, get it working, throw it over the wall to the testers. Next.
The one good thing about this is I get to tell people to go away for awhile. Don't bother me, don't distract me, I have to get this done. Yes, I know that doesn't work quite right. Yes, that's cumbersome to use. Oh, yes, that's probably a bug. Log it and take a number. I'll get to it when I finish this release. Maybe.
Code code code.
I sat hunched over the keyboard, eyes glazed at six windows of code on my screen. I lay tucked away in my little cubicle far enough away from the main hallway so if some investors happened to be in the building they don't have to see the help. Far be it for them to have to see the scruffy engineers that actually make things work with some semblance of order around here. At least they won't be distracting me from helping them make money.
Code code ...
I gave him a grunt in acknowledgment that I remembered that this was indeed my name, and proceeded to add yet another ill-conceived feature to the code as demanded by the requirements. A grunt like that speaks volumes to other engineers. Go away, I'm busy, that grunt said. Bother someone else.
Argh. But this guy's no engineer. "What, Ralph?"
"C'mon, we're going to be late."
Now he made me turn my head from the computer. Ralph officially became a distraction. "Late for what?" The next moment I had the horrible thought most engineers have at this point. "Oh, please, not another meeting!" I groaned.
Ralph gave me this smile, a sort of knowing smirk. On anyone else it would make the person look like a wiseass. But Ralph was one of those rare people at the office, someone who knew his butt from a hole in the ground even though he wasn't an engineer. And dammit, he had a beard, one with just a touch of gray in it, and a one of those knowledgeable faces above it that just makes a guy look distinguished. And distinguished people aren't wiseasses.
So when he spoke again, I expected the wisdom of the ages to come forth.
"We're going to be late for lunch," said Ralph.
Lunch? Why was the Wise One mentioning lunch? Engineers knew not "lunch". They knew "grabbing a bite" or "eating at your desk" or "damn, where can I get change for the vending machine".
Then I remembered. Another distracting moment from Ralph. A moment of weakness, and an agreement to go to lunch with him and some friends at some day in the future. Likely that day was today.
"I can't," I told him. "I have to get this done."
"You need a break, Jake," Ralph said. He grabbed my jacket from the hook and tossed it at me. "Come on."
Well, that committed me. You don't refuse when the only clueful one at the office does something like that. I stood up and headed out with him, slipping my jacket on as we walked briskly to the parking lot. "Who's going to this lunch?" I asked him.
"My boss," replied Ralph. "Ed from accounting. Sam from web design."
I nodded. Ralph's boss I could handle. Nice woman. Not a real looker, but she was married anyway, so who cares? Ed was boring but tolerable. Sam was quirky and would drone on and on about his little Wonder of the Universe, his two year old daughter.
"I think Ted said he'd be there."
Hrm. Ted was a royal prick, but I could just not talk to him.
He rattled off some names I didn't know. Then he added after a pause, "Oh, and Mindy."
I almost stopped right there in my tracks.
Goddamm it. Mindy? Shit.
If there ever was a distraction to be had, it was her. That was the last think I needed today on a tight deadline, someone that would make me stop thinking coherently for the next few hours.
"I can give you a ride over there," Ralph said as we stepped into the parking lot.
"Yeah ... no!" I said quickly. "No, I'll drive myself."
"Yeah, I'm sure. Where is this place again?"
I only half-listened to him but nodded like I understood. See? She was already a distraction and I wasn't even looking at her yet!
We parted ways and I hurried over to my car. I had to get there fast. I had to get a choice of seats. Sit me right next to her. That would make it hard for me to look her way. I can think about it, but that's not nearly as bad as the real thing.
But I took a wrong turn. Thanks to that woman, I didn't listen carefully enough and took a friggin' left when I should have turned right. I found my way back quickly enough, but when I walked into the restaurant, I was the last one to arrive. And they left the last chair right at the head of the table.
Crying out loud.
I forced a smile on my lips at the lame-ass jokes about be being late, and at the perfunctory greetings. Don't notice me. Don't say anything at all, don't acknowledge me.
Shit. She talked to me. Now I had to look at her.
I flashed her the same polite smile and tried to rein in my eyes. Her face, Jake. Just look at her face. Yet when I did gaze in her direction, I discovered that it was going to be virtually impossible to do for very long. These bastards had sat Mindy near the other end of the table. Not at the end, facing down the table like me, where it would have been far easier for me, but still seated along the side, so that she was still in profile to me.
Mindy said nothing more to me. It didn't matter. She made me look at her. Now I was in trouble.
Mindy was not a raving beauty. She was pushing about forty-eight, I figured. Dark blond hair, worn straight, not very long. Eyes that were this kind of odd brownish-green color. A little wide in the hips. A bit of thickness to her legs. Some hardness to the face. She was someone looking her age. If it had ended there, it wouldn't be a big deal. If that was all there was, I'd not give her a second thought.
But there was more. There were those boobs.
Good God, those boobs.
No. It's not what you're thinking. Oh, here's another one that goes for a pair of big tits no matter what they're connected to. He's a typical horny late twenty-something single male. Show him two big bags of juicy female chest-flesh and he goes apeshit.
All of that would be true if Mindy's breasts were just two big bags of flesh. It was the fact that they were anything but that which was my difficulty.
Yes, Mindy's tits were generous. But I've seen a lot of large boobs. So many women seem to be that way now that it's hardly special anymore. But Mindy's were special. They were not just two large bulges on her chest. They were beautifully shaped. And not just from her bra. The right bra can hide a multitude of sins. She wore a bra that was just a bit loose, just enough to let her breasts fall into a more natural shape.
And I mean natural. They were not "round and high on her chest". She was forty-eight. They had a bit of weight to them. Those kind of tits are not going to be riding round and high anytime soon. But they did not "sag". They flowed. They swelled gently from her chest, spreading out smoothly into ample plumpness before curving back towards her body. They shaped the cups of her bra rather than the other way around.
Did she know how good they looked? Did she know how utterly perfect they were? I suspect she did. They didn't sit squeezed and bunched together in her dress. They were allowed room to move, to let the cleft between them show, to let them spread out over her chest. The cleavage she exposed was milky-smooth, not a trace of any blemish, crease, or mark.
Jesus, I could still get hard from remembering the first time I met her about a month ago.
She was the new managerial assistant. She was being taken around and introduced to everyone in the department. Maybe if the greeting had been as quick as it had been with everyone else, I would have been fine. But she lingered at my cubicle. She wanted to know the details of my work. She would point to things on my screen and then lean over to read them.
Lean over to read them.
Goddamn, I felt like I couldn't breathe. Those gorgeous, wonderfully contoured mounds. In the space of a second, she went from a plain middle-aged woman to sexy as hell. I seriously thought I was sick, that I was a pervert or something. I was almost glad when she left. But then I'd see her constantly in the break room, and she would insist on striking up a conversation with me. I swear, I wondered if maybe she knew the affect she had on me and got off on torturing the oversexed office geek.
Now she didn't talk to me at all. But I got an eyeful anyway.
Mindy was rather animated when she really got going about something. She would use her hands with quick, cutting gestures in the air. Each time she did, her boobs would jiggle, maddeningly delightful ripples moving across her flesh, swellings of flesh dancing lightly under her dress. I tried very, very hard to stop looking. I could take my eyes from her, yet as soon as my concentration slipped, they veered right back. I hardly ate more than half of my lunch.
When the meal began to wind down, I was itching to get out of there. Yet I was torn between wanting to get away from this distraction and wanting to savor the moment of seeing Mindy's goddess-like tits in such wonderful relief. I did not want to seem antisocial, either. I waited until someone else had left first before finally, reluctantly, making a mumbled apology for having to get back to the office.
I rushed out to the parking lot. I was so hard my cheeks flushed with embarrassment that someone might notice. I had to get my mind back to my work. I didn't dare venture into the break room at all that afternoon. As it was, I was likely not going to calm down for the next hour.
As I reached the car, I tried very hard to summon up images of my code in my head, of piece I was working on before Ralph had pulled me away from it. Yeah, that's it. Concentrate on that. It was something I could understand. Code code ...
My hand already on the car door handle, I turned my head and saw Mindy jogging up to me. Her tits bounced happily against her chest, as if her bra and dress were not even there. I didn't need to see that.
"I need a ride back to the office," Mindy said. Her lips curled into that little tiny smile she liked to flash at me. "My friend that drove me over remembered an appointment she had at the last minute."
No. Go find someone else. Go take your distraction somewhere else. Go find someone else to torture, maybe someone who'd call you out on that and ask for a follow-up on that tease.
"Uh, okay. Get in," I said.
Yeah, I'm a wimp.
As we pulled out of the parking lot, I thought, okay, I can handle this. We were seated the way I wanted us to be seated in the first place in the restaurant. I couldn't very well stare at her pups while driving, could I now?
"I noticed you didn't say much at lunch today," Mindy said, in that sweet-yet-serious tone of voice. That voice was the perfect embodiment of her. Pleasant, polite, friendly, but always with a get-down-to-business undertone that always made you wonder if she was about to strike up a conversation or engage in a debate.
"Yeah, well, you know how engineers are," I replied with a small smirk.
A normal response: a brief knowing chuckle, maybe a small joke, and move on. But nothing was normal with Mindy.
"And how are they?"
"Uh ... just ... not as social. You know."
Now that wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that women had a way of making a statement with an unspoken question or issue just hanging off of it like that. A guy says "okay", it means "okay". A woman says "okay", and it can mean anything.
"What?" I asked, intending to shake that issue off the end of that "okay".
"Yes, there was something."
Mindy paused a moment. "Oh, well ... you've just been ... more so lately."
"More anti-social. With me, I mean."
With her? Now she really had me confused. "But ..."
"You just seem to want to get away so quickly from me whenever I run into you at work," Mindy said smoothly. "I was wondering if I did anything to upset you."
Goddamn. She actually noticed that? She actually knew I was avoiding her?
I sighed. "Uh, no, Mindy, nothing."
I was so surprised by that response that I jerked my head in her direction briefly. She was smiling at me. But there was something different about it. It wasn't so polite and businesslike anymore.
The car went over a bump and her boobs bounced. I very quickly got my eyes back on the road. "Why are you calling me a liar?" I demanded.
"Because you are. There's something you're not telling me." I heard movement. When she spoke again, it sounded like she had leaned towards me. "What is it?"
Why the hell was she putting me on the spot like this? "Mindy, really, it's ... " I stopped. If I told her "nothing" again, I might upset her. I didn't want to upset her. I just wanted her to stop distracting me. "It's ... it's not something I can tell you."
What was that in her voice? Curiosity? Disbelief? A little of both?
"If you don't tell me," Mindy said, her voice silky. "I'm liable to keep doing it. So what is it? How do I stop upsetting you?"
The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. "Stop being such a goddamn distraction."
"I'm distracting to you?"
"Yeah, you are."
A pause. "Even now?"
"Not ... not so much now."
"Ah, so you have to be looking at me for me to distract you."
Was that amusement in her voice?
"So what part of me is distracting you?"
I gripped the steering wheel tighter. I tried to ignore the question. I tried to focus on the intersection up ahead.
Yes, she was amused! She though this was funny! Goddamn her. "Shit, fine, Mindy," I snapped. "It's your tits, okay? That's it. Your tits. Happy now?"
She wasn't expecting that. She couldn't have been expecting that. She thought I'd reply with something innocuous like hair, or eyes, or even legs. That probably floored her. That ...
"Oh, so you noticed them?"
I was so startled I had to slam the brake to stop from barreling through the red light.
"Noticed them?!" I exploded. "Goddamn it, Mindy, you practically spill them out of your dress that first day you met me and you ask if I noticed them?"
And then she did something I did not expect. She smiled at me. Not the polite smile. Not the casual friendly smile. A playful smile. A knowing smile. I was so nonplussed at this I couldn't respond.
"Jake," she said in a soft voice, pointing.
"Huh?" A horn blasted behind him. I looked up and saw the light had turned green. Flushing with embarrassment again, I pulled sheepishly through the light.
"Take the next right," Mindy said.
"Right? But we need to go left to get back to the office."
"Yes, but we need to go right to get to your place."
"My ... how do you know where ...?"
"I'm the managerial assistant," Mindy said. "I see the personal data for everyone in the department. Turn right."
"Unless you don't want a closer look at my tits?"
That was one of those questions to which there was simply no answer.
I was beside myself as I drove back to my apartment. All this time she was purposely trying to get me to notice them? She really was flaunting them at me? I wasn't just imagining all of that?
I was barely aware of the time passing. Somehow, we were just there, and up into my apartment. I could not tell what I was more, nervous or excited.
"Um ... I've got some soda in the fridge if you want it," I said. As stupid as that sounded to me, it was just automatic. I likely misinterpreted her intentions in the car anyway.
But there was no misinterpreting it when she ignored my question, a small sultry smile on her face as she stepped up to me. Yet my comprehension lagged. "Or if you just want water, I ..."
It wasn't until her lips were pressed against mine that reality caught up to me.
She had her arms around me, drawing me to her. Her mouth held a slow, rising urgency, lips gradually parting. My body pressed against hers as the tip of her tongue began to play teasingly against mine. As surprised as I still was at her boldness, I was merely reacting to her until I felt the press of soft warmth against my chest. When I finally realized that those magnificent breasts of hers were touching some part of me, it was like an electric shock.
I started to return the kiss. Lips parted wider, and tongues played against each other. My body pressed more tightly to hers. Oh my God, those boobs. I felt them squeezed against me. I could feel their supple shape even through our clothing. I writhed against her, just to feel them slide against me.
Mindy made a small, amused chuckle and broke off the kiss. "You're hardly getting the whole thing, you know," she commented.
I almost told her I didn't care. Just the simple warmth of those wonderful mounds alone was enough to make my cock strain and ache in my pants. But then the next moment, she pulled back and started unbuttoning her blouse, and I could not speak. I could only stare as she uncovered her bra, and as the blouse slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor, it was the only thing between me and her treasures now.
Mindy gave me a mischievous look. She took my hands from around her waist and coaxed them further up her back as she drew herself towards me again. "Go ahead," she said with a sly smile and a soft, sultry voice. "Remove it yourself."
I almost didn't feel worthy. My hands trembled as they slipped up her smooth back, fingers touching the clasps with an excitement equal to touching a more intimate place. I had to fumble a bit with it, feeling my cheeks grow warm, but Mindy blessedly did not utter a single amused sound. She simply continued to fix those now deeply desirous eyes on mine, making my heart pound.
The hooks came free, and her bra snapped apart. I felt like a kid unwrapping a present he knew he was getting as I slid the straps from her shoulders and let the cups fall. Flesh rippled again as it was freed, and jiggled softly as it spread out over her chest.
My breath caught in my throat. My God. They were every bit as magnificent as I thought they would be.
The skin was perfectly smooth, the weight of the flesh doing nothing to spoil it. The bra did not hide any imperfections because there were none to hide. Lower on her chest they hung than for one younger or less ample, yet they held a bold, curving shape even freed from their support. The areolae were perfectly round, dark circles around the rather prominent nubs of her nipples.
Mindy shrugged the bra the rest of the way off her arms and tossed it aside. With a gentle smile, she reached up and started to pop the buttons of my shirt open one by one. My excitement mounted with each one she opened, until she pulled the shirt apart and lay my chest bare. Then she drew me towards her and kissed me again.
Her bare breasts lay crushed against my chest, and I moaned deeply into her mouth. Now it was her that writhed against me, and she began to pant lightly as our tongues slid over each other. I was elated. She was as excited about this as I was!
Mindy suddenly broke off the kiss and turned around in my arms. It was an unspoken invitation, and my hands had cupped her warm, soft flesh as she leaned back into me. I was astonished at the heft of them, delighted at their softness. I lifted them from her chest just to feel their weight against my fingers. I gave them gentle squeezes, then slowly harder ones. Mindy uttered tiny, soft noises, and her body trembled in excitement against mine. I felt the nipples begin to press into my hands. I stroked them lightly with my fingers, the nubs rising to points as the grew quickly erect.
Before this moment, I thought I knew how to appreciate a women's tits. But I was afraid that these were so perfect that I would never be up to the task. Yet as I teased her nipples, rubbing them lightly, flicking at them gently with the tips of my fingers, stroking the areolae around them, Mindy's little noises became deeper moans.
God, I could have played with her tits all day.
Finally Mindy made a soft sound of amusement and placed one of her hands over mine. "You do realize, Jake, that we haven't even moved from where we came in?" she asked.
It was only then when she had mentioned it that I realized she was right. There was the front door of the apartment, not four feet away from us. "Shit," I muttered. "At least I remembered to close it first."
Mindy laughed at this and turned around in my arms. "I think we better continue this in the bedroom." She smiled mischievously. "Especially since I'm sure there's something else you're itching to do with my tits."
I just smiled at her. Good God, yes.
In the bedroom, I got to watch her strip out of the rest of her clothes as I did mine. At that point I discovered that her breasts were not the only thing about her that was magnificent.
Oh, yes, she was an older woman. There was no denying that. But she had aged beautifully. Her body was still delightfully curved, the skin taut and smooth. Her hips flared gracefully from her waist. The insides of her thighs were like cream. Her bush was trimmed but not shaven. I liked that. I liked having a bit of hair to run my fingers through, or to tease with a light touch or a light breath.
I watched her reaction as I slid my briefs down my legs, and she appeared pleased at what she saw. We embraced, enjoying the touch of our naked bodies, and shared another kiss. It was brief this time, as both of us were now quite excited enough.
Mindy lay down on her back, her mounds spreading liquidly across her chest, the nipples standing out boldly erect. I slid over her, slowly despite how anxious I was to taste them. I let my fingers briefly touch her pubic hair. Mindy parted her legs in anticipation, but I did not go any further. She gave me a small smirk. "You tease."
I just grinned at her, and descended upon the true object of my attention.
I heard Mindy give a little soft gasp as I just touched the tip of my tongue lightly to her nipple, as if in anticipation. I flicked at the tip of the nipple gently for a few moments before moving my tongue in slow circles around it, savoring the taste of her skin. A small sigh issued from Mindy's mouth. Slowly her sighs turned to soft moans, and as I kissed her nipple and sucked it between my lips, she tilted her head back and cradled the back of mine with a hand, urging me forward.
I drew her further into my mouth, closing more tightly around it, squeezing it as I lashed at it with my tongue. God, I adored doing this. I loved the taste and feel of a woman's nipple in my mouth, of the pleasure it gave her as well as the intense excitement it gave me. The harder I suckled on her, the deeper Mindy's moans became.
When I finally let her drop from my mouth, Mindy lifted her smoldering eyes to mine. "My other one," she said in a breathless voice, pushing the other tit up with her hand. "Please."
Mindy writhed under me as I lapped at the other nipple. If she had been trying to entice me all along, had she been waiting a month for this? Had she not had any other partners in that time? Mindy was proving to be so incredibly passionate that I found this hard to believe.
As I suckled at her, I let a hand slide down her front slowly towards her bush. Mindy opened her legs in eager anticipation, but I again stopped short of her pussy, slipping my fingers through her wiry pubic hair, lightly brushing the tips, tracing slow patterns with my fingertips just outside of reach of her tender cunt.
Mindy uttered helpless noises under this assault, trying to raise her hips or slide back under my hand to coax me into going just a little further into her wet depths. I was completely taken by how I had so effectively reversed the roles, making her the one growing desperate for a follow-though after being mercilessly teased.
"Oh my God," Mindy groaned finally. "Touch me already."
I looked up and gave her a wry grin. "Oh, do you find this distracting?"
Mindy's mouth dropped open and there was a look of surprise on her face for a few seconds before turning into a resigned smile. "So I deserved that, hmm?" she asked, playing with my hair.
"Turnabout is fair play," I said. "You have a month of tit-teasing me to make up for."
Mindy gave a short laugh. "You're the one that took a month to actually say something. And even then I had to force the issue. Oh, that's better."
As she was talking, I had slid my hand to the inside of her thigh. I stroked her skin lightly, making her open her legs wider for me. I flirted with the outermost edge of her mound, and then traced a finger around it, but never going for her treasure.
"Oh, you're terrible!" Mindy cried.
I was loving this. For a month I had felt helpless against my desires, thinking there was something wrong with me. Now that I had control again, I was loathe to give it up. "So I've made you horny?"
"Touch me and find out for yourself."
I grinned. "No, you tell me first."
"I don't believe this," Mindy said, shaking her head. "You're really going to milk this one for all it's worth, aren't you?"
"Damn straight, honey."
Mindy sighed and looked indignant, but there was definitely amusement in her eyes. A small smile touched the corners of her mouth. "All right, then. Yes, you've made me horny. In fact ..." Her smile widened and she placed a hand lightly over one of her breasts. " ... you were good. You were damn good. I don't think I've had my tits sucked that good in a long time."
I basked in the praise. I tickled a tuft of her hair right above her clit. I could feel her strain against me to reach my finger. "Tell me more," I said.
"You got me excited," Mindy said, her voice slowly become as desperate as it was sultry. "You got me wet. Damn, you got me really wet. And I'm going to go nuts here if you don't freaking touch me in the next couple of seconds!"
"Now you know how I felt staring at those gorgeous boobs of yours for the last month," I told her with a smirk.
Whatever Mindy was going to say in response, it dissolved into a throaty moan when my fingers slid down and sank into her cunt. Good God, she wasn't kidding. She wasn't just wet, she was soaked. My fingers slid over slick, aroused flesh, making a squishing noise that I could hear. I dipped a finger into her briefly, bringing a small soft gasp from her and hot moisture from her depths. My fingertip teased the swollen knob of flesh at the top of her slot, slow stroking motions that made her writhe under me.
As wet as she was, I quickly grew anxious to consummate this. As excited and aroused as I was, my cock was hard and aching. I slid a finger into her, probing her surprisingly tight entrance before rocking my hand back and forth such that first one, then two fingers curved over her mound, sliding over her clit and thrusting into her cunt each time it moved down.
Mindy started to pant. I was making her rise, and I damned if I was going to let her get too far ahead of me. I withdrew my hand from her, but when Mindy looked at me, it was not with disappointment, but eager anticipation over what was going to happen next. My own need as intense as hers, I was quick to move forward, slipping my body between her inviting, open legs, her arms sliding around me as I positioned myself over her. Her hands slid down my back, pressing gently, urging me down on her.
I felt the swollen head of my cock part her cunt's lips and sink into her, the tightness of her squeezing me in an intensely erotic way. I uttered a deep groan as I slid deep inside her; Mindy breathed a long sigh as she rose to accept me, her legs wrapping around me. We stayed coupled like this for a few moments, Mindy pulling me down and embracing me tightly, pressing her tits into my chest again. But now those boobs of her, as great as they were, were just one part of her, and now it was her whole body that I enjoyed, not just one piece.
Slowly I started to thrust. Mindy loosened her hold on me, closing her eyes and panting softly as my cock moved in and out of her. At first she lay passively, then as we both began to rise, she lifted her hips to mine. Pants became moans. Moans became soft cries. She quivered under me, her movements growing increasingly frenzied.
I was rising quickly. A little two quickly. Yet I heard Mindy moan "faster" to me several times. Instead, I lifted myself up a little and pistoned my hips harder, sending me deeper into her, my body slapping against hers. Mindy's soft cries grew quickly more strident, her muscles tensing, her legs squeezing. Oh God, I was getting so close. I held on, trying not to get there too much before her, wanting this to be as enjoyable for her as it was for me. She deserved that much for letting me play with those beautiful boobs of hers, even after teasing me with them for so long.
But it was too much. I strained and strained until I couldn't hold it back. With a loud, guttural groan, I started throbbing inside her, as intense an orgasm as I ever had. Suddenly Mindy arched her back, her finger curling, her nails digging into me. The next second she let go with several gasping cries, and I felt her cunt shudder around my cock as she started cumming. She pulled at me, keeping me coupled with her even as my climax started to fade. Good God, she was still cumming even as I was about to go soft!
Finally I was too spent to continue. Mindy uttered one last long moan and lay limp on the bed. I fell atop her, and she embraced me tightly, kissing me.
"Man, that was great," I said when our lips had parted.
Mindy chuckled softly. "My tits or my pussy?"
"All of you, Mindy," I said sincerely.
"So does this mean I don't have to keep teasing you with my boobs anymore to get you to fuck me?"
I was too stunned to reply.
"Let's just say I liked the way you handled my tits," she continued. "I'd like a little more of it some time." Her lips curled into a wry smile. "Unless, of course, you think that would be too much trouble for you."
Good Lord. Having Mindy as a regular lover. Getting a chance to enjoy those fantastic boobs of hers over and over.
Yeah, I could deal with that.
"I'm starting to think," I said. "that maybe just what I needed was a little more distraction."
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