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Second Chance
by DG Hear (dghear@core.com)
***
Does our past really matter when it comes to love? (MF,
rom, fantasy)
***
There I was at the dinner table with my new girlfriend
sitting next to me. She had come over to meet some of
my family for the first time. She had met mom and dad
many times. They love her almost as much as I do. I
think they thought I would never get married again
after the first fiasco of a marriage I had. It was my
fault. We got married when I was only twenty one years
old. I guess I just wasn't ready for marriage. I was
just into the sex like most guys my age at the time.
I was caught cheating on my wife. We were at a New
Year's party and I guess I had too much to drink and
was caught with one of the women in the back bedroom.
My wife walked out of the room and out of my life. That
was six years ago. Luckily we didn't have any kids. We
just split what few assets we had and went our own way.
I'm now thirty and a lot wiser and more mature. I'm an
accountant for a large firm and do quite well. Of
course I have a degree from State College where I sowed
my wild oats. The girls were plentiful. Some were there
to find husbands but a big portion were there to party
just like I was. I had nothing against these women.
There was no real love but a lot of sex went on.
There weren't too many virgins. At least none that I
knew. What you have to understand is that all these
guys at college were having sex. They had to have
partners so anyone that says the girls were all little
saints are lying to you. Take it from a person who was
there. In fact that is where I met my first wife.
I met Sally, my girlfriend, at work. She applied for a
job as a executive secretary at our firm about seven
months ago. She had moved here from California a couple
of years before that. She was a good looking woman that
carried herself with dignity. She was twenty-five and
dressed and acted professional unless we were alone.
Then she was just a sweet loving woman.
It reminds me of the song ‘Behind Closed Doors' no one
knows what goes on behind closed doors. She worked for
the executives on the floor above me. I met her in the
executive lunch room one day when I was watching her
and dropped my food tray. Boy, I really felt stupid.
She just laughed and helped me pick up my mess. I got
another tray, sat down with her and we became friends.
We started dating. It just seemed right the two of us
together. We didn't have sex until about two months
into our relationship. She never told me much about her
past, just that she went to college in California and
received her degree. She needed a change so she moved
east to basically start over. I never mentioned it to
her but wondered. Starting over from what?
I do have to say she was the best lover I have ever
had. She could be gentle or she could be rough. She was
willing to try whatever I wanted. I know she had sex
before we ever met. No woman could be that good and not
have some knowledge of the sexual acts. With me she
seemed so giving, so loving. After about three months
with her, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life
with her. I wanted her for my wife. If she would only
have me.
She was also a good homemaker. Her apartment was
spotless, neat and looked as though it was decorated by
a professional. She had done it all herself. She was a
great cook and could make some of the best desserts.
Well-mannered, caring, smart and beautiful, all in one
package. Every man that saw her wanted her. She always
politely refused and said she was a one-man woman, and
I was that man. No man could ask for more. I asked her
to marry me after dating her for just three months. She
cried and said. "Jerry, are you sure you want to do
this? You don't really know me well enough?"
I just looked at her beautiful face with tears coming
down and said, "I love you with all my heart and soul.
I have never loved anyone as I love you. Please marry
me."
She was crying as she said, "Jerry, I love you so much
and, yes, I'll marry you."
We were both hugging and tears came to my eyes. I
wondered what I did to deserve such a wonderful woman.
She smelled and felt so good. I never wanted to let go.
We went into the bedroom, got undressed and made slow
passionate love. I was kissing her and slowly worked
down her body.
God, what a gorgeous human being. I stopped at her
heaving breasts as I sucked on her nipples until they
became taut. Then I worked my way down her body kissing
her soft tummy. I could feel her getting worked up as
my mouth went lower over her soft trimmed mound. She
pushed her vagina up against my mouth. I tried to
devour her taking her in my mouth and listening to her
sighs and moans.
I had to take her, I couldn't wait much longer. I
reached into the night stand to get a condom. She put
her hand over mine saying, "Not tonight, honey, I want
to feel the full power of your love. Please, just take
me, I am yours and yours alone."
I slid my hard penis into the moist valley below. She
felt so warm, so good. I laid across her body resting
on my elbows so I could devour her lips as I exploded
into her. I raised slightly and looked into her eyes,
and saw tears forming. She looked at me and said, "No
matter what ever happens I want you to know I truly
love you." Then she kissed me again before I could
respond.
After we made love and showered together I felt better
than I ever have. I called my parents with the great
news. Sally and I were getting married. Mom said they
were so happy for us. Then she invited us over Sunday
for a family dinner so my sister Leah and my brother
Kevin could hear the good news.
As we were sitting at the table my brother Kevin and
his wife came in with their two rug rats. Kevin took
one look at Sally, smiled and said, "My God, Jerry,
what did you do to deserve her?" as he smiled with his
wife giving him a love tap on the arm. They were a
great couple, made for each other.
I mentioned to Sally that my sister went to college in
California also. Sally all of a sudden looked nervous
and said, "What college did she attend?"
I just told her USC. Sally looked extremely nervous. I
didn't know why. Then my sister Leah and her husband
came in. Sally stood up to face them. She looked at
Leah. As Leah looked at Sally she said, "Oh my God,
it's Sally." as she covered her open mouth. They both
said their hello's but I knew there was tension there.
Sally told us that they both attended USC at the same
time and it was a surprise to find out Leah was my
sister.
Leah said to Sally, "You need to stop by so we can talk
over old times." I needed to find out why there was so
much tension between them but had to find another time
to ask about it. We went on with dinner. Everyone being
polite to each other. It surprised Leah to hear that
Sally and I were getting married. She and her husband
had just gotten married two years ago and had one child
of their own.
Sally didn't say anymore to me about Leah. I dropped
Sally off at her apartment, kissed her goodnight and
then went home. The next day I had lunch with Sally.
She said she was going over to Leah's after work to
talk to her for awhile so she wouldn't be able to see
me tonight. It bothered me so when I left work I headed
over to Leah's myself. When I got there I saw Sally's
car parked out front. I pulled into the driveway and
entered the house through the garage.
As I entered the kitchen all I heard was Leah yelling,
"You can't, Sally, you just can't. Please don't do it."
I rushed into the room. Sally looked at me with tears
in her eyes and ran out the door. I looked at a crying
Leah and yelled, "Can't what, Leah? Can't what? Can't
marry me? What's going on, Leah?"
Leah looked up at me and said, "She just can't do it."
I looked at Leah and then ran after Sally. I had to
know what this was all about.
Before I could get to her car Sally had sped off. I ran
out, got in my car and went looking for Sally. I knew I
was driving too fast for these crooked roads, but I
needed to catch up with Sally. The next thing I knew I
didn't make the curve and my car was rolling over an
embankment. Then I woke up in the hospital or was I
awake?
It was like I was a spirit looking down on my body just
lying there. I could see the doctors and nurses working
on me. I was hooked up to all kinds of machines. I
could see it all happening. Was I dead? No, I was
breathing but was unconscious. I was comatose. I could
see everything happening to my body but couldn't do
anything but watch.
My parents came in and took my lifeless hand. I could
hear everyone talking but couldn't even move a finger.
I wanted to tell them that I was alive but had no way
of doing it. I couldn't move my fingers or even my
toes. My eyelids would move ever so slightly and that
was it. I kept yelling while looking down on the room.
I'm alright, please hear me, I'm alright. Mom was
crying as dad held her. When they walked out, my sister
Leah came in with her husband. She kept saying she was
so sorry as she cried over me. Why couldn't I move?
God, let me at least move a finger.
My brother came in with his wife. I guess they only
allowed two visitors at a time. My little brother tried
to keep a stiff upper lip but broke down and started
crying over me. He kept repeating, "Why, bro, what
happened?" He and his wife then walked out.
God, what happened to me? Was I dying? Would I recover?
What ever happened to Sally? I needed answers but all I
had were unanswered questions. Why was I able to see
what was going on? Is this the way it is for all
comatose patients? Do we see ourselves dying. No, this
isn't the way it's supposed to be. I was suppose to be
getting married not dying.
The nurse came back in after my brother and his wife
left. She checked all the machines, shaking her head in
a no direction and then walked out. Then I looked over
at the door and there stood Sally. Dad walked her into
the room and stood back while she came up to my near
lifeless body. She was crying as she kissed my forehead
then held my hand in hers and kissed it also. I wanted
to squeeze her hand and let her know I was alive but
nothing happened.
Dad told her it was time to go. She said she wasn't
going anywhere. She was staying here with the one she
loved and sat down in a chair next to me and wept.
A week passed and I was still in a coma. Sally went to
work everyday and then would come sit next to my
lifeless body for hours. She would tell me everything
that went on that day and sometimes read to me. She
told me she had taken care of the insurance and that
she notified my bosses and that I was on a medical
leave. I was not to worry because my job would be
waiting for me. She talked to me like I could hear
everything she was saying.
One day I overheard the doctor and nurse talking. The
nurse said, "He's so young. What are his chances? What
happened to him?"
The doctor replied, "We've done everything medically
possible for him. It's out of our hands now. All we
can do is wait. It isn't looking good. His brain is
still working but his vitals signs are falling. He must
have hit his head extremely hard in the accident. I
don't know if he'll recover."
My parents started stopping by each day for about an
hour. Then the time they spent would be less and less.
Who could blame them? Sitting there watching their son
unconscious not knowing if he would ever recover. They
would always kiss my forehead and then hug Sally as
they left.
Just so you know, my spirit body couldn't just travel
anywhere. As long as my body was alive, I could stay
near it. I saw and heard all the doctors and nurses
comments. They weren't sure if I would recover. They
told Sally one day that I couldn't hear her and maybe
she should leave and get some needed rest. Sally got
irate with them. This was the first time I'd ever seen
her mad. She just flat out told the doctor that he was
wrong. She knew that I could hear her and that she knew
I would recover.
The doctor apologized to Sally and said he wished he
had the faith that she had. She smiled at the doctor
and said, "It's even more than faith. It's the total
love I have for him. He will recover."
This daily routine went on for about a month. My
parents stopped in for a few minutes every day. My sis
and brother came by maybe every three or four days.
Sally never missed a day. I think she spent all her
free time sitting by my bedside, reading stories or
newspapers to me. She said when I woke up she didn't
want me to be behind on the news.
The next time Sally came in and was alone with my
lifeless body she said she had to let me know what
happened, why she left so abruptly. She always wanted
to tell me but was afraid I would leave her. But seeing
my sister Leah, she couldn't keep it a secret any
longer. She had to tell me, no more secrets.
***
Sally began telling me her story:
"Believe it or not, Jerry, it all began in high school.
I wanted to be popular. So I found out early in high
school that if you want to be popular with the boys,
just put out. That's what I did. I had dates all the
time. I would date different guys for two or three
months at I time. I was a good looking girl that put
out. All the guys wanted to date me. Yes, I was a slut
but never thought of myself as one, not at the time.
Were the guys sluts? They were doing the same thing I
was. If guys put out, are they sluts?"
"I was still an excellent student. I had brains and a
body. Looking back, it was too bad I didn't use the
brains more. I did find out I could have just about
anything or anybody I wanted. Looking back I could see
where I was bad, really bad. But at the time I was just
having fun. I smoked marijuana in high school and in
college. Everyone I hung out with did too."
"I had the grades to go to USC but I had to have sex
with the guidance counselor to get his recommendation.
Damn him, I didn't like being used. I liked to be in
charge, to pick my partners. I should have turned him
in."
"I started at USC, I made the sorority. I had the
brains so the schooling was a breeze. That gave me time
to party. I did a lot of it. I guess I was a slut. I
had sex with most everyone I wanted. You notice I said
sex, not love. You're the only person I made love to,
Jerry."
"That's where I met your sister Leah. This is what you
heard about at Leah's house. When she said, ‘Don't do
it.' she wasn't talking about us getting married. She
was fine with that. She didn't want anyone to know she
was somewhat of a slut herself. I needed time to think.
That's why I left so abruptly."
"Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this but she was
pretty wild too. She told me she was going to party and
then return home to Ohio and live a clean life. She
wanted to get the sex scene out of her system. I guess
she did. One time we even had a little girl on girl
action. It wasn't that big of a deal at the time but
now looking back I regret most of my college days. I
figure Leah never told her husband and was afraid if I
told you, he might find out."
"I got pregnant and had a abortion when I was a
sophomore. I thought I could handle it but I couldn't.
I never overcame it. I took a life. I couldn't believe
it. I killed my baby. I wasn't sure who the father was
but that didn't make any difference. I took my baby's
life."
"After that my life changed. I mean it really changed.
I dropped out of the sorority and put my mind to work.
They say a tiger can't change its stripes but this one
was going to try. I even changed colleges my junior and
senior year. I didn't want to drag the baggage with me.
I graduated from California State with my degree. I cut
all ties with USC. Leah knew about the abortion. That
was the last time I saw or spoke to her until the
dinner at your parents."
"I did tell my parents I had a miscarriage. I couldn't
tell them I killed their grandchild. It wasn't the
baby's fault, it was mine. I was so sorry for being
promiscuous and possibly hurting them also. I was doing
my best to change. No more drugs, no more sex, I wanted
to start over."
"A lot of people blame their lives on their parents.
It's not true in my case. My parents were wonderful. I
have three brothers and two sisters. I was in the
middle. I guess I didn't get enough attention so I went
out and found it. I really regret my past but I was
going to learn from it."
"After graduation my parents agreed with me starting
over was a good idea. So I packed my bags and headed
east. I had an older sister in Indiana in whom I
confided. She said I could stay with her and her family
until I got on my feet. She was a homemaker. She taught
me how to cook and decorate. I stayed there at her
place until I moved here."
"I applied for secretarial work in Indiana and Ohio.
Over a two year period I honed my abilities. Then I
applied for this executive secretary's job. I am good
at what I do, Jerry. I didn't have to give my body to
get a job. I did it with my abilities. You need to know
that I never slept with anyone to get a job. I worked
my way up the ladder."
"Then I met you, Jerry. You might not believe this and
I can't blame you don't but you were the first man I
have had sex with since the abortion. It wasn't sex
with you, Jerry, it was love. I wanted to tell you
about my past so bad. I didn't want secrets between us.
I was distraught when I saw Leah. I reacted stupidity.
I should never have run out on you. God, I'm so sorry.
I was so afraid of losing you and now I will probably
lose you either way. I just wanted you to know. I love
you so very, very much. When you pull through and I
know you will, I will tell you everything. Even at the
cost of losing you. Please forgive me."
***
Wow, she told me everything. The love of my life
admitted to being a slut. How was I supposed to deal
with it. My mind knows but I can't do anything one way
or the other. She's been here by my side day after day
going on two months. She is trying to change and
succeeding. Doesn't she deserve a second chance at a
good life. Has what she did so much worse then anyone
else? Hasn't she paid the price for her wrong doings?
What about all the women I have had sex with? I lived
the same kind of lifestyle as Sally. I've changed, I
know I have. I'm in love with Sally and when I pull
through I'm going to take her in my arms and together
we'll have that second chance.
"God, please help me. I know I can't do it without
you." Isn't it funny how we turn to God when all else
fails?
The next day my parents came in and talked to the
doctors. After they left the doctors were turning my
machines off. Have they given up on me? Was I dead?
God, what was going on?
A few minutes later Sally came in screaming, demanding
to know what was going on? The doctors told her that
they have turned off all life support systems. The only
thing they left hooked up was my feeding tubes. If I
was to make it now, I had to do it on my own.
"Why?" Sally yelled, "Why can't you help him? Leave the
machines on. Please."
The doctors showed her a document. It was a living will
that I had signed after hearing about comatose patients
being on life support for years. I remember signing it
a few years ago. It read, "If I am ever comatose, after
two months, if the doctors don't believe I have a good
chance of recovery then I want to be taken off life
support and allowed to die. But under no circumstances
were my feeding tubes to be removed." I was not going
to starve to death.
Sally was crying. She was on her knees praying to God.
"God, please help him. He's a good man, he's the love
of my life. If you take him, take me also. Life without
him wouldn't be worth living. Please, Lord, give him a
second chance. Give us a second chance. Give us a
chance to be a family. Please, Lord, please."
The doctor and the nurse had tears in their eyes
listening to Sally's prayer. The doctor looked at his
nurse and with tears in his eyes he said, "There is no
God! If there was, he wouldn't put this poor woman
through all this suffering for nothing. What is there
to gain to letting this man die?"
Then I asked myself, "What did she just say? Give us a
chance to be a family? Is she pregnant? God, I had to
wake up, I had to." God, I was crying as hard as any
man ever cried. I was going to be a father and I was
dying. I kept crying. All of a sudden tears were
rolling down my cheeks on my near lifeless body. Sally
looked up and called the doctor in. "He's crying
doctor, my love is crying. Is that a sign, doctor? Is
it?"
The doctor pulled up my eyelids and I cried harder.
Sally grabbed my hand and I moved my finger. "Doctor,
doctor, I felt him move." The doctor quickly yelled to
his nurse to turn all the machines back on. He had to
read the meters. "Pulse up, blood pressure rising,
temperature rising." Sally was crying. She leaned over
and kissed me on the lips. I opened my eyes and began
to cry.
The doctor called for help. They asked Sally to step
out, she looked at the doctor, "Please," he said, "just
for a minute. He'll be all right." Sally ran to the
telephone to call my mom and dad.
The doctor looked at his nurse and said, "There really
is a God. This just didn't happen, this was a miracle."
The nurse asked the doctor what she should write on the
charts? He said, "We can't write a miracle down. We
will just have to put down ‘Comatose patient regains
consciousness.'"
I as a spirit was leaving the air and going back into
by body. I turned and looked at the doctor and asked
for a glass of water. It felt good to have fresh water
touching my lips. I looked up and it was a crying Sally
holding the cup full of water with a straw to moisten
my dry lips. The doctor didn't say a word. He knew it
was this woman's love and prayers that helped bring me
back.
In the next couple of hours everyone in the family
showed up. Mom and dad, Leah and her husband, my
brother Kevin and his wife. I was allowed three
visitors at a time. The hospital knew that Sally wasn't
going to leave my side. I was getting tired so everyone
was smiling and leaving. Well, almost everyone, Sally
spent that night in the chair right next to me holding
my hand.
In the next couple of days I began to return to normal.
All life support systems were removed as well as the
feeding tubes. I was allowed soup and Jell-o for the
first couple of days. When I was released from the
hospital Sally took me to her place. She said the
doctor said she needed to be by my side. We both
laughed. I knew she just made that up.
We sat at the kitchen table and she brought me out a
bowl of homemade soup. She looked at me very seriously
and said, "Jerry, I have to tell you about my life. It
might completely change our relationship. It's why I
ran out at your sister's home. I have to be totally
honest with you. There is no other way if we're to stay
together."
I took her hand in mine, "Sally, I love you with all my
heart. There is nothing you can say to me that would
change that."
Sally said, "But..." I cut her off.
"But nothing, I love you and besides you all ready told
me everything while I was in the hospital. About your
teenage years, about your wild college years, my wild
sister and yes even about the abortion."
Sally was in full fledge tear dome, "You heard me? You
were in a coma but you heard me. You know everything?
Will you forgive me?"
"What's to forgive? That was your other life, you asked
God to give us a second chance and he did. I do have
one question though. When is our baby due?"
She got up, hugged me then she said, "Babies, we're
having twins and they are due in seven months"
I was elated. I have the woman of my dreams. I'm going
to become a father in seven months. Then I realized
that would be right around Christmas. What better
present could my wife give me than a family of our own?
Sally wanted to be a June bride. It was already May so
we started making plans for a small wedding. Her mom
and dad were so happy for us and said they would fly
in. A couple of her brothers and sisters were going to
make the trip also.
On my side of the family everyone showed up. We had a
small church wedding with our family around us. Sally
was just beginning to show so she didn't want a wedding
dress. But she looked beautiful in her light blue
dress. I rented a blue tux in the same color. I wanted
everyone to know that we were a couple.
We left after the wedding for a honeymoon. We made love
every night. Seeing the radiance around her and kissing
her little belly that was home for our future children
was a wonder all its own. I never pictured life being
so good.
We moved into Sally's apartment for now. We planned on
getting the house with the little picket fence in the
future. We were taking the gift of life that God gave
us one day at a time. I did stop over to talk to Leah.
I told her that I knew about her past and her secrets
were safe with Sally and I. Her past was between her
and her husband. I mentioned that Sally and I agreed
never to discuss her past with anyone. We were only
looking toward the future.
Mom invited us over for Thanksgiving dinner. All my
family was there. We were all sitting around the tables
and were getting ready to partake of the feast when
Sally stood up and asked my dad if she could say a
blessing before eating?
My family believed in God but we weren't big church
goers or even the type to say grace before meals. My
dad looked at my pregnant wife and said, "By all means,
Sally, it would be an honor for you to give thanks on
this day of Thanksgiving."
We all held hands as Sally spoke, "Our dear heavenly
Father, we are gathered together here on this day to
give thanks for all you have given us. Thank you for
family but thank you most of all for giving us back
Jerry. I know that it was only because of your Devine
intervention that we have Jerry with us today. Thank
you for giving me, my husband and my family a ‘Second
Chance' in life. In your name we pray. Amen
As she finished I looked over at her and kissed her
gently. Then saying "I Love you" as we all began to
eat.
My mom was asking Sally about our future babies. She
was wondering if twins ran in her family? Sally told
her when she spoke with her mom that she said that she
knows of no other sets of twins in our family. My mom
said that she didn't know of any in ours either. I just
said there's probably a set somewhere that no-one
remembers.
In truth Sally and I talked about it. We honestly feel
that God in his infinite wisdom is giving Sally her
baby back through us. He's giving her baby a "second
chance" at life also. We could be wrong but we don't
care what other people think. We know what we have been
through.
Sally's parents planned on coming to Ohio for the
Christmas holiday. They wanted to be here for the birth
of our babies.
They arrived here on December 23rd. Sally was ready.
She was happy but she wanted the babies born. On the
24th we were all over at my parents home celebrating
Christmas eve. Sally came out of the bathroom and said,
"Jerry, my water broke. I think your kids are about
ready to come out."
I jumped up running around gathering everything up. I
thought I was prepared but I wasn't. I threw everything
in the car and started off until I remembered I forgot
Sally. I backed up and ran to the door. There stood my
family laughing at me including Sally. I slowly walked
her to the car, opened her door and then got in and
drove to the hospital. I took her to the emergency room
and had her admitted. The nurse said something about
dilating and that it might be a couple of hours.
I went to the waiting room and Sally's parents and my
parents arrived. They all wanted to be there for the
arrival of their new grandchildren. I was so nervous I
had to go to the restroom and throw up. When I got back
it was just after midnight, December the 25th. The
nurse came out and got me. She asked if I wanted to be
there during the delivery.
In one sense I did but in another I didn't. I had to be
with Sally. They gave me a hospital gown to put on and
a face mask. I walked in the room and saw Sally looking
at me. I knew she was in pain but she still smiled at
me as I held her hand. Just like she had done for me
many months before.
I heard Sally scream out as the doctor said, "Here it
comes. A baby boy." They weight him. I went to the door
and said, "I'm a father. I have a son, Joseph, five
pounds seven ounces. Born at 12:17am." Our parents were
smiling with joy. Then I ran back in and grabbed
Sally's hand. She screamed out again.
The doctor again said, "Here it comes, a beautiful baby
girl." Again after being weighed I ran to the door, "We
have a beautiful baby daughter, Mary, five pounds four
ounces, born at 12:42am." As our parents were crying
with joy outside in the waiting room I was crying
inside the room with my wonderful wife.
After the little ones were cleaned up and Sally was
presentable our parent came in to see Sally and the
babies. All three were so beautiful. The babies were
taken to the nursery and our parents left. Sally had
gone to sleep. The nurse asked me if I was leaving. I
just smiled at her and said, "No, you see I love this
woman with all my heart and all my soul. If she wakes
up, I want her to know that I'm here waiting for her.
Epilog:
From that day on we had a storybook life. Sally decided
she wanted to be a full time homemaker. She wanted to
be there for her family. I received a promotion, I was
the head accountant on our floor. We bought that house,
though not so little, but it did have the little picket
fence.
We're still not real religious people. We do go to
church from time to time. We know that our life was all
second chances, Sally's past, our twins, my near death
experience. It was God that answered Sally's prayer, it
was God that heard the doctor saying he didn't exist,
it was God who intervened and saved me from a sure
death. I believe it was all because of the love of one
woman for one man that God saved me. "I love you,
Sally."
Thank you for reading my story.
DG Hear
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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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