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Story title : White Horse, The
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The White Horse (MF, adultery, anal)
by Macgee (Address Withheld By Request)
***
An intense encounter between my lover of fifteen years
and I. We met at a local bar-restaurant and teased each
other until ... well you'll just have to read the story
to see what happens.
***
We met at our usual place, the White Horse, a
neighborhood watering hole where it was unlikely that
anyone either of us knew would walk in and see us
together. It had several secluded tables and dim
lighting, which suited the nature of our infrequent
meetings. After catching up on each other's lives for a
while, the conversation grew awkward. As usual, after
simply being near each other for more than a few
minutes, the sexual energy was almost unbearable. I
thought our waitress had picked up on it right away.
Laine and I had been having an on and off affair for
about fifteen years.
We met in the early '70s, Laine in a stationery store
and me in a bicycle shop in a strip mall. She kept
walking through my shop stopping to ask me this or that,
until I asked her out. That's when I found out that this
lean, lanky filly who'd been teasing me for months was
married.
When I apologized, she said, "Why?"
I wasn't sure, it just seemed to be the right thing to
do, and I didn't want her husband to come after me for
hitting on his wife. I was single, and had been getting
lucky with satisfying frequency with the available
single girls. I also remembered the advice my middle-
aged, and divorced, family doctor had given me, "never
get involved with anyone who has less to lose than you
do." I figured that her husband would be mad at her, and
would kill me. Not a good trade.
A couple of weeks later, Laine called and asked me over
for lunch, at her house. When I arrived, I was
embarrassed to find several other girls already there,
having lunch with her as well.
After a quick sandwich, Laine asked me to go with her to
her laundry room to help her with something. It sounded
legitimate enough, but after we had fucked ourselves
silly on the floor, with her sister and two other
friends not twenty feet away, I can't remember what the
excuse was.
That was seventeen years ago and we've continued to
meet, sometimes for a drink, sometimes to screw
ourselves silly, a couple of times each year ever since.
It had been several years since I'd seen Laine this time
because I had moved away and had recently moved back
into town. She looked as good as ever and the smoldering
attraction between us soon grew into a blaze again.
Tonight, as we sat across from each other, the small
talk had given way to her telling me how much she missed
me and how glad she was that I had moved back to our
hometown. We were both married now, and our meetings had
become less frequent, but the sexual attraction was
still there, strong as ever. As we drank more and teased
each other, our inhibitions were fading rapidly.
Laine's hand which had been gently holding mine under
the table, moved to the inside of my leg and up my
thigh, scratching lightly at the seam in my jeans as it
crept closer to my crotch. As she got closer to my cock,
her obvious destination, a familiar tingling started
along the ridge of flesh between my ass and balls. This
could be dangerous. You see, we were so sexually
compatible it was scary. Really, Laine's passion for me
really scared me sometimes. When she would joke about us
running off to somewhere and fucking ourselves to death,
she had a way of seeming completely serious. I was a bit
nuts, but I wasn't going to throw away a solid marriage
to a woman that I truly loved.
"I've really missed making love with you, David," she
said, finally caressing the head of my dick through my
jeans.
"I've missed you too, darlin'"
Not wanting to leave her out of the tease, my left hand
had slipped under the hem of the skirt she had
thoughtfully worn. Lucky me. The skin on the inside of
her thigh was soft and warm, and getting warmer the
farther up her leg I went. Working my fingertips in
small circles, I explored the lovely, fine-haired flesh
between her knee and upper thigh, hoping to drive her as
mad as she was making me. I wanted to fuck her, but was
determined to tease my long time lover into asking me
first.
Not that Laine was in any way submissive, she was a
demanding and forceful lover, making no secret of what
she wanted and when she wanted it. I was a bit
intimidated by the ferocious intensity with which she
screwed. I've always preferred being in charge and over
the years thoroughly enjoyed teasing Laine until she
demanded that I fuck her. God, I love women, their
softness, their smell, taste, just everything. And,
being a greedy bastard, I take my sweet time getting
around to the cock in pussy part. But, I digress. Laine
and I were sitting there, facing each other at the edge
of a round table, fondling each other using the
tablecloth as cover.
Things were beginning to get intense when a voice said,
"How are you guys doing here? Can I get you anything?"
Laine and I looked around to see our middle-aged, but
attractive blonde waitress standing at the table, asking
us if we needed anything. Startled, we casually moved
our hands from between each other's legs and tried to
look normal. The waitress had a slight smirk on her
face. Apparently Laine and I weren't doing a very good
job of hiding what was going on.
"Thanks," I said, "we'd like another round please."
"Okay," the waitress said, "I'll be right back."
Laine and I looked at each other and smiled at the same
time, the heat smoldering for the time being. Laine
excused herself to go to the bathroom, the beers we'd
finished was beginning to make its presence known.
Suddenly I had a devilish idea.
"Laine, when you go the head, remove your panties," I
said.
"What?" Laine asked, looking at me as though she hadn't
heard me correctly.
"Take of your panties while you're in the head," I
repeated.
She smiled at me, got up and left the table. After she
was gone, I composed myself, tucking my thickening cock
into a more comfortable position and went to the men's
bathroom as well, wondering whether she would do as I
had asked, and hoping.
When I returned to our table, Laine was already there,
taking a drink from a fresh, cold beer. As I sat, a few
drops of beer dribbled from her lips as she nearly
choked trying to drink and smile at the same time. I
also noticed that our chairs had been rearranged, moved
to the side of the table farthest away from the rest of
the bar and closer together. The better to hide our
under-table activities I figured. Duh!
Scooting my chair under the table, I pressed my knee
between Laine's knees, forcing hers apart and pushing
her skirt up in the process. Both of us moved into our
pre-bathroom positions at the same time, her left hand
went to the inside of my right leg, and my left back to
the inside of hers. I was curious to know whether she
had removed her panties, but resisted the temptation to
run my fingers up to her pussy to find out, figuring
that I would know soon enough.
So, I resumed caressing the warm, soft skin on the
inside of Laine's muscular thighs, rubbing the flesh of
her right thigh with the back of my hand, then tracing
back and forth on her left thigh with my fingertips.
Laine trembled slightly and clutched my leg, just below
my groin, and tried to speak.
"I want you," she said in a low, hoarse voice.
"You do?" I asked, teasing her.
"Yes."
"Right here?" I asked, teasing again, but this time
sliding my hand along her thigh until I reached the tender
inner flesh at the juncture of leg and pussy, one of my
favorite places on a woman's body.
I paused there, softly tracing the incredibly soft skin
of this intimate place. Then I flexed my second finger
slightly, just enough to graze her panties, if she still
had them on. The back of my knuckle felt fine hair, then
the warm, no, hot outer edge of Laine's large labia.
Barely touching her pussy hair as they moved, my
fingertips drifted to the crease on the other side. Now,
with the backs of my fingers barely caressing the creamy
flesh on the inside of her right thigh, my fingertips
softly enjoyed feeling the damp skin in this other
tender crevice.
Laine gasped softly and grabbed my cock through my
pants. Looking into Laine's eyes, I gently followed the
crease, which was now quite warm and getting damp from
sweat, from front to rear, as far as I could reach
before being stopped by the chair cushion. I wanted
desperately to slide my long finger between her pussy
lips and deep into her in one motion, but resisted.
"Jesus, David, what are you doing to me?" Laine asked,
squirming slightly in her seat.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"No. Yes. No," Laine breathed, "Fuck, I don't know what
I want. Actually I do, but you're driving me crazy, and
I can't think."
"Do you like what I'm doing," I asked.
"You know I do," she said.
Withdrawing my hand, I slowly brought my fingers to my
mouth, allowing her intoxicating scent reach my nostrils
before placing just the tip of my finger between my lips
to savor the salty taste of her "sex sweat."
"I would like to fuck you right here, right now, on
this table," I told her, moving my hand back to her
pussy. "But, it might be distracting for the other folks
in the bar."
Laine's left hand had never let go of my cock, and I
thought she might tear my jeans as she rubbed, then
grabbed it roughly. Pressing her knees a bit farther
apart, I slid my middle finger into the groove between
her pussy lips, barely touching her, as the fingers to
either side nestled in the delightful crevices on either
side of her warm pussy lips.
Unable to resist any longer, I eased my hand toward
Laine's steamy cunt, trapping her labia between my three
fingers, and slid one finger to the mouth of her pussy.
It was wet. Evidence of her arousal practically dripping
as I carefully circled my middle finger on the tender
flesh of her urethra.
"Oh. Please. David, please," Laine said as I caressed
her.
She was moving her hips, not away from me, but in
little circles because
she pleasure was too much.
"Hunch your hips up a bit, so I can get inside you," I
told her, and she did.
I was going to finger fuck Laine's right here in this
public place. I wanted to feel her pussy, to revel in
the wet warmth of her lovely vagina, to arouse her to
the edge of control and, hopefully, make her come.
Slowly, deliberately, I curled the two outside fingers
in her leg creases, to pull my middle finger through her
labia from front to back, to find Laine's liquid love
juice and to feel it spreading on my fingers. Several
times I made the trip between her lips, curling my
finger between her inner labia, relishing the slick
evidence of her arousal. She was getting quite wet,
lubricating profusely as we locked eyes, enjoying our
intimate foreplay in a bar full of strangers.
Then, while uncurling my finger from the entrance to
Laine's vagina, a bit of air was sucked in making a
noticeable slurping, sucking sound as I stroked back and
forth in her luscious pussy.
Fearing that someone might have heard the distinctive
sound, and determined to reach my goal, I reached over
with my right hand, grabbed Laine just above her left
knee for leverage and drove my middle finger deep in her
pussy. It was glorious, hot and sex slick in her cunt. I
was in the perfect position to re-curl my finger and
press on the spongy soft mass of her G-spot. So I did.
And with the tip of my finger on her G-spot and the pad
nearest my palm pressed onto her clitoris, Laine tumbled
over the edge into orgasm.
"Ungh," she grunted, and then, "oh, God!" rather
loudly, as she climaxed on my finger.
The shock of the unexpected orgasm caused Laine to jerk
back, which snatched her snatch off my hand, dragging my
very wet finger across her clit as she moved her hips
back in the chair.
She had my cock in one had and her other hand had a
vise grip on my wrist as I held her leg with my right
hand. I withdrew my left hand from between her legs
quickly and looked around to see whether anyone had
noticed. As I scanned the bar, everyone seemed engaged
in their own world, apparently unaware that my lover had
come in a bar full of happy drinkers.
Then, my eyes fell on our waitress, who was standing in
the darkened hallway that led to the restrooms. Our eyes
locked. She had seen it all, and her mouth was hanging
slightly open as she stared at Laine and me. As she
stepped from the hall, turned and walked back to the
bar, a sly smile crossed her face, and I noticed a
slight flush at her throat.
Laine had regained some of her composure but was still
taking deep breaths to help calm herself. Apparently her
orgasm had taken her by surprise. She reached out with a
slightly shaky hand, raised her bottle to her lips and
took a long drink from the ice-cold beer, her eyes never
leaving mine. I deliberately brought the finger that had
so recently been stirring her wet womanhood and sucked
her delicious essence from it. I just love the way pussy
tastes and smells and relished her womanly odor.
"Was that good?" I asked, smugly.
Looking at me with lust-glazed eyes, Laine answered,
"Yes. Was it good
for your?"
"Yes, you taste delicious," I responded, "but not as
good as it's going to be soon. We have to go somewhere
and make love. Now!"
"Where?" Laine asked.
"Anywhere," I said, my voice husky with wanting her,
wanting to be deep inside her and at that moment the
table was looking dangerously reasonable.
Laine simply smiled and smoothed her skirt as she
stood, gathered her cigarettes and purse and started for
the door. I quickly threw down more than enough money
for our tab and a handsome tip for our voyeur, and
followed her out. As we passed the bar, our waitress
looked up, caught my eye and winked.
When we reached our cars, Laine turned quickly, took my
head in her hands and kissed me fiercely, crushing our
lips together, washing the inside of my mouth with her
tongue. I reached around with my right hand, cupping and
pulling her tight little butt to me. I pressed her mound
into my hip and returned her kiss, pouring my passion
and need into her mouth. We leaned against her car for
support and stood feeding on each other for several
minutes.
"I love you," she said as she broke our kiss, holding
my head in her hands to speak into my mouth, her lips
barely grazing mine as she spoke.
I should have been frightened by the resolve in her
voice, but I my control was fading and my other head was
rapidly taking over my thought processes. Not good.
Pleasurable maybe, but not good. We were in for another
of our wild rides.
Our bodies were still glued together, her mound
rhythmically nudging my hip as she reached down with her
right hand to massage my semi-hard cock through my
jeans. Free of the crowd in the barroom, my lust was
surging again. I caressed her right breast through the
soft material of her shirt. Then, oblivious to the
traffic passing thirty feet from us, but fortunately
blocked by her car, I reached to undo the buttons hiding
her lovely, small breasts from my view and caresses.
"And I love you. This is why we shouldn't do this, we'd
fuck ourselves to death," I returned, now moving my left
hand into her shirt to caress the smooth, soft flesh of
her right breast, rolling the nipple lightly between my
thumb and forefinger. A quiver rippled through Laine's
body and mine as the pleasure of our touches washed over
us in waves.
"No one has ever made me feel the way you do, you know
that don't you?" she said, seriously. "I would fuck you
right here in the parking lot if you wanted to."
She shivered as I cupped her tiny breast again,
delighting in her response and once again rolled her
turgid nipple, pulling it gently away from her chest and
a soft moan passed from her lips. I moved my right hand
farther into the crack of her ass, bunching up her skirt
so I could reach under it to caress her from behind.
Laine has a pronounced gap at the junction of her lean
legs and a wonderfully tight ass, features I find
irresistibly attractive, and my hand slid easily into
the creamy flesh between the cheeks of her ass. My index
finger pressed the firm velvety skin of her butt open
and my middle finger nestled in the warm, damp groove
there. I softly massaged the pursed skin of Laine's
rosebud and she responded to my intimate caress of her
anus by clenching slightly, trapping my happy finger in
the cloying confines of her butthole.
"With a bit of encouragement, I might just take you up
on that offer," I breathed into her neck, just behind
her ear.
Laine's hands, meanwhile, had not been idle. She had
released my belt, opened the snap on my jeans and had
reached her hand into my shorts to gently pull on my
growing shaft. With her left hand behind my neck holding
us together, she deftly levered my underwear over my
cock, drew it out in the cool night air and pumped it in
time to my finger's pulsing stimulation of her anus.
"All you have to do is ask," she said hotly.
Our breathing, which had been somewhat under control,
was now long and deep, punctuated by periods of shallow
gasps when one of us reached a mini-peak and couldn't
hold back. Our exhibition had been going on for a while
now, thirty minutes or thirty seconds. Time sort of
loses meaning for me when my dick is being held in the
soft hands of a responsive, enthusiastic lover.
I wanted her, right now.
We had met and parked in the back of the parking lot, a
concession to propriety made at a time when both of us
were still thinking clearly. Reason and due care were
now history, as my mental processes were firmly under
the control of the dumbest of heads. Fortunately, our
position in the shadow of a tree, prevented the security
light from exposing us, as long as no one who had parked
near us decided to leave the bar.
My answer to Laine's offer was to stroke the middle
finger of my right hand through her dripping pussy lips
and right to her clit, swiping across it several times.
She jerked at this more intense sensation, and
immediately bent over at the waist and sucked half my
cock into the warm wet heaven of her mouth. I jerked and
grunted.
Then, taking advantage of her new position, I pushed
two of my middle fingers deep in her cunt while pressing
my thumb firmly against her puckered anus. Laine
shuddered, moaned around my cock and backed hard onto my
hand, trapping it against the fender of her car and
speared her cunt on my fingers. Then she took several
strong pulls on my shaft of flesh and pulled away,
leaving it glistening with her saliva. As she
straightened her body, the motion forced my thumb in her
ass to the first knuckle. I closed my thumb against the
two fingers in her wet hole and she grunted, hot and
nasty.
"Fuck me," she said hoarsely, followed by a growl as
she impaled her ass on my thumb and reached down to
reclaim my stiff dick with her right hand.
"I intend to do just that," I promised, all semblance
of reason having departed my fevered brain.
We kissed long, hard and deep, my right hand squeezed
her breast then pulled roughly on the nipple as I
plumbed the depths of her pussy and ass with my left
hand. We were both beyond all thought other than the
drive to fuck.
With my right thumb in her ass and middle fingers
strumming in her molten pussy, I placed my left hand to
her nearly titless chest and guided Laine toward the
front of her car, where I positioned her over the left
front corner. Pressing her forward with her chest
diagonally across the hood, I raised her left leg and
she rested her foot on the bumper. I raised her skirt
over her hips, swirled my fingers in her ass and pussy
once more, then ... I had a devilish idea.
Being an incorrigible ass man, I placed my hands on my
Laine's slim hips with fingers splayed and thumbs partly
in her ass crack. Then I squatted behind my lover's
beautiful, tight-fleshed ass, pressed my lips firmly to
her rosebud, and French-kissed her anus...
Laine nearly convulsed and I had to hold her butt tight
to keep her from wriggling too much and falling from the
hood. I forced her onto the car and leaned in, my face
firmly pressed between her asscheeks, pointed my tongue
and penetrated her butthole with it. Looking up, I saw
one of Laine's hands gripping the hood ornament and the
other grasping at the cowl. She let out a hissing growl
from between clenched teeth, ground her butt back into
my face and had what she described later as a thundering
orgasm as I rimmed her unmercifully.
Laine's cunt was positively drooling liquid love, a
dollop of which had dripped from her blood engorged
labia, leaving a silvery thread of her honey hanging
from near her clitoris. I was in heaven as I sucked the
nectar from her flowering pussy. Then I switched holes,
and laved her slickening anus while my chin nudged in
her sopping pussy. Over and over, I sucked and switched,
until her entire groin and my face was covered with her
sex juice.
"Oh, David. Oh, Oh, Oh," she breathed, keeping rhythm
with my now feather-soft tonguing of her ass and pussy.
"There now, my love, wasn't that nice," I said as I
draped myself over her still trembling and very warm
backside, frenching and lightly chewing on the back of
her neck, and gently but firmly filled her pussy with my
dripping cock, sinking steadily into her molten core
until I reached bottom.
Laine responded to being slowly penetrated with a
constant low groan, "Un-n-n-n-n-h."
I ground into her pussy, savoring the liquid heat of
Laine's pussy, feeling the ridges and creases there,
stroking and increasing my pleasure and hers. After
several minutes of bathing in the ecstasy of lovemaking,
I felt Laine become tense, go rigid and then melt into
liquid heat as she came on my dick. Good. I love it when
a woman's climax is clear and joyously achieved. It's
one of the things I loved about Laine. She didn't hide
the fact that she enjoyed riding my cock, selfishly
using it for her pleasure until she came.
It gives me great pleasure to know that a woman enjoys
the things I do when I make love. And I love cocks, I've
had one all my life and have experienced the
indescribable pleasure of orgasm countless times with
it. At seven inches, mine is just a bit longer than
average if the information I've read is accurate. It may
not be the mind-numbing, monstrous, fucking stick I read
about, but it has served me well, and according to the
opinions that count, is good enough for fucking, just
right for sucking and not too large for ass-fucking,
which is just where it was going next.
After Laine had come and was relaxing, I again moved
down, kissing her back and buttocks as I made my way to
her asshole again. When I began rimming her again, her
anus opened easily, welcoming the gentle urging of my
tongue. Laine began to murmur softly as her arousal grew
again. Soon, I felt her shuddering lightly as I sucked
her relaxed anus. She was ready.
Moving over her back, I bit Laine softly on the back of
her neck, and slowly eased my fully wetted cock and
carefully nudged it into the dark, hot groove of her
ass. Pressing gently, but firmly, I lodged the head of
my cock in the entrance to her anus, and massaged her
sphincter with it. Laine's butt started moving around in
tight little circles as she stimulated her ass on the
head of my cock. Good, She liked it. Again resisting the
nearly overwhelming urge to start fucking, I ever so
slowly rotated around and around, letting her ass become
accustomed to this new sensation.
"I'm going to take your ass now, Laine," I told her.
"M-m-m-m-m," was her response as the crown of my
cockhead eased a bit
deeper.
"Oh, shit," she said.
"Later, darling," as I continued pushing the length of
my rigid shaft
slowly, but surely into her ass.
Gently out a bit, then in a bit, I tried to be patient,
to let this anal virgin become accustomed to this new
intrusion. It was important that she enjoy being fucked
in the ass. I hadn't come yet and was fighting the urge
to drive my dick fully into Laine's clutching ass and
shoot my seed deep in her bowels.
I resisted, concentrating on relishing the cloying,
clutching stimulation that her magnificent rear channel
gave to my cock, focusing on the uniquely pleasurable
sensations that ass-fucking brings. This is a joining of
a deeply personal nature, almost more so than vaginal
fucking. Ass-fucking is a raw, profoundly intimate form
of coupling. And to my great satisfaction and joy, Laine
loved it.
"Clench your ass as I pull out," I whispered in her
ear, "and bear down on me when I fuck into you."
Nirvana again, Laine picked up the rhythm and we were
off and running, stroking in and out, driving each other
to higher and higher levels of pleasure. She was a
natural, reveling in the raunchy, nasty pleasure of
being ass-fucked. I was lost in the gentle friction of
her bottomless anal channel as it stroked and massaged
my dick, and soon I was long-stroking her butt.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she crooned over and over.
"I'm going to come soon," I warned her, not so I could
pull out, I had no intention of spurting my come
anywhere but deep in her ass.
I felt the first electric tingles shooting up through
my legs, through my ass and into my cockhead. Then the
warm glowing pleasure as I fought briefly to avoid the
end, then gladly fell over the edge and into orgasm.
"Un-n-g-h," I grunted as the first strong spurt of my
come squirted into Laine's clutching ass.
"Oh, Oh, I'm coming again," Laine said, apparently a
bit surprised that she was having yet another orgasm,
and that it happened because her butt was being speared
by my dick.
'Even better,' I thought.
Laine's whole body went rigid, including her sphincter
and the muscles in her anal canal, much to my delight
and pleasure, as she sobbed through a protracted,
intense anal orgasm.
She jammed her ass back onto my cock once, twice, three
times, all the while groaning, "More, more, don't stop,
please don't stop."
Again I shot my sperm into her bowels, and again. I
slowly stroked in and out of Laine's delicious asshole
as I emptied myself into her, coating her insides with
my liquid love. Finally, I stopped, my cock deep in my
lover's ass and caught my breath. After I had recovered
enough to think and breathe at the same time, I very
slowly withdrew my softening cock from her now open and
gaping rear channel, letting her become accustomed to
the recently unfamiliar feeling of being empty.
I kissed her gently, saying, "Thank you for a lovely
fuck."
Then, Laine turned to me for a tender hug and a long,
wet kiss.
"No, thank you for a lovely fuck," Laine returned,
laughing, "That was the most intense sex I've ever had.
Where did you learn to do that? Never mind, I probably
don't want to know. It felt great. And David, my ass is
yours, anytime, anywhere and forever. No one else will
ever be allowed to fuck me there."
I doubted that, but appreciated the thought and told
her so. Laine was a highly sexual woman, and it was
unlikely that she would be able to resist the pleasure
she obviously got from this intensely erotic act.
"I suppose we'd better get straightened up before
anyone discovers us," I said, and retrieved a clean
towel from my car and helped Laine clean up.
I gently dried her pussy and ass, being careful not to
irritate the tender flesh of her ass.
Tomorrow's soreness and other intestinal reminders would
be plenty uncomfortable enough. It was then that I saw a
movement in the shadows near the back of the bar.
There was someone there in the dark, watching.
'Oh shit, someone saw us,' I thought to my self, not
wanting to alarm Laine.
But, they hadn't said or done anything, and it was
pretty clear that I had soundly ass-fucked Laine, about
that there could be no doubt. Then, a car passed and the
headlights flashed just enough light to see the watcher.
It was the waitress, again. But this time she had one
hand in her shirt, her jeans pulled down to her knees
and her other hand buried in her pussy. She smiled at
me, slowly pulled up her jeans, buttoned her blouse,
opened the unseen door and disappeared into the bar's
kitchen.
Laine and I hugged and kissed tenderly, knowing that it
might be months or years until we were together again,
if ever. Then we got into our cars and drove off in
opposite directions. That was the nature of our strange,
intense relationship.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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