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Little Red Riding Pants
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)
***
The updated (adult) version of Little Red Riding Hood,
wherein she is saved from the Big Bad Wolf by her
brother, but only after the Wolf has gotten her going,
and she needs some relief. (FM-teens, reluc, inc, v,
1st, rough, humor, preg)
***
A Twisted Fairy Tale.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Chrissy. Except
that everyone called her Little Red Riding Pants.
That's because she had a favorite pair of pants with
pads on the butt that were for riding a bike. She wore
them everywhere, even when she wasn't riding her bike.
They were spandex, so they were slick and tight. She
liked to wear tube tops with them, because those were
tight too and she thought they made her look slim, like
a model.
Chrissy's body was still developing, because she wasn't
all grown up yet. She still have several years of
school to go, but that was OK because Chrissy had a
very happy life. She had a big brother, two years her
senior, who was nice to her most of the time. She had
cool parents, and a Grandmother who lived alone and
gave her presents and cooked nice treats for her a lot.
That's why Chrissy liked to ride her bike through the
park to Grandma's house every Saturday. Grandma always
had warm cookies, fresh from the oven, and cold milk.
It was wonderful.
One Saturday Chrissy put on her wonderful red riding
pants, and a fresh bright yellow tube top. She
particularly liked this tube top, because it went so
well with her long coal black hair. Chrissy had a dark
complexion, and the tube top went well with that too.
There was another reason she like it, but that was a
secret.
Well, OK, I’ll tell you, because you need to know this
secret: It was thin.
Chrissy's hard girly breasts were about 34 Cs, and they
were tipped with dark brown areolas and nipples.
Chrissy's nipples weren't soft and flat, like the other
girls at school. Hers were almost always firm, sticking
out cutely. All the men loved to look at Chrissy, and
she knew it was because of those nipples. She never
wore the bras her mother kept buying for her. They were
uncomfortable, and she didn't feel like she needed
them. And, when she wore the yellow tube top, she knew
the men could just barely see her dark nipples through
it.
Chrissy wasn't a bad girl. She didn't let the boys
touch her breasts or anything like that. But it made
her feel special when they looked at her and got red
faces, or lumps in their pants.
Chrissy got together some presents she had made for her
Grandmother, and yelled out that she was going to see
"Grams".
What she didn't hear, because of the slamming door, was
her father calling "Chrissy, wait! There've been some
problems in the park." But, when he got to the door,
all he could see was Chrissy's wiggling butt, in her
tight red riding pants, as she pumped her legs,
peddling her bike away from the house.
"BUCK!" he yelled to his son. "Get on your bike and
follow Chrissy. There've been complaints about some man
in the park bothering girls and women. Keep an eye on
her, OK?"
"Sure Dad" said his son, a large sturdily built young
man who was a linebacker on the High School football
team. Because he was a large, sturdily built
linebacker, no one gave him any shit about the fact
that he still rode a bicycle most places, even though
he was seventeen years old. Besides, it was good
exercise, to say nothing about how else we’d get him
where he needs to be later in this story.
***
Chrissy was powering her bike through the park. It was
full of tall leafy trees, and lots of bushes, because
there was a shortage of money in the town coffers, so
it had been let grow wild. There were lots of places
where an unscrupulous person could hide, to spring out
at an unsuspecting young girl. In one of those places
was the boy who had been causing all the trouble her
father had been trying to warn her about.
His name was Tommy. Tommy Wolf. He liked to refer to
himself as "The Big, Bad Wolf" because he was basically
a bully whose self image was based on the terror he
caused in those he preyed upon.
Chrissy WAS startled when the Big Bad Wolf stepped out
of the woods onto the trail in front of her bike. She
slammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop. Chrissy
knew who he was. People at school had pointed him out.
But she'd never met him. She stood, straddling her
bike, waiting.
"Nice tits" said Wolf casually. His hot eyes crawled
all over her body.
Chrissy colored. She didn't say anything. She couldn't
think of a single thing to say. This boy didn't make
her feel special when he stared at her that way.
Instead, he made her skin feel itchy, like it was
trying to crawl off her body and hide.
"What do you want?" she said.
Wolf continued to stare at her. "Where are you going,
Little Red Riding Pants?" he asked.
"I'm going to my Gram's, and you are in my way. Please
move," she said.
Wolf took a step toward her. "I don't think so," he
said. "I think you came to the park to see ME. I think
you came to the park to show me your tits." he said
coarsely. He took another step toward her.
"You must be crazy, Tommy Wolf," said Chrissy calmly.
"I'm not showing you my 'tits' or anything else. Now
get out of my way."
But Wolf kept coming and he put his hands on the
handlebars of her bike. Then, like lightning, he
reached out, grabbed the top of her tube top, and
jerked it down.
"Oh look!" he crowed. "She showed me her tits."
This was only partially true, of course. Chrissy hadn't
shown him anything, but her sweet teen breasts WERE
clearly visible. Wolf stared at them, licking his lips.
"I wanna suck em," he growled.
Now Chrissy wasn't a stupid girl. She knew that this
boy was much bigger than her, and that in any physical
contest he'd come out ... on top (shudder). Chrissy had
sneaked peeks at her brother's stash of hard core
porno, and she didn't like the idea of Wolf on top of
her at all. No sir. So she kept her head.
"You want to suck my titties?" she said sweetly. "Why
would you want to do that?"
Wolf wasn't the smartest guy in town. He wouldn't have
recognized sarcasm even if he'd been able to spell it.
"Cause they look yummy!" he said.
Chrissy made no attempt to pull her tube top back up.
Instead she put her hand up and slapped at his hand
gently, to make him let go. "Well at least let me get
off my bike" she said.
Surprised, Wolf let go of the cloth and moved that hand
to rearrange his swelling penis in his pants as Chrissy
got off her bike and laid it gently on the path. Then
she came around it, the tube top still making a band
below her naked breasts, and stood in front of him,
about three feet away. She thought back to the time her
brother Buck had been flipping her with the tip of a
wet towel. He'd thought it was fun. He'd thought it was
cute. Chrissy had thought he needed to stop. But he
wouldn't. She remembered how she'd gotten him to stop.
Quite suddenly, athletically, and somewhat viciously,
Chrissy kicked Wolf right between his legs... hard. Her
foot connected solidly with his hanging balls. There
was a thud, then a long, ragged indrawn breath, on the
part of the Big Bad Wolf, and then a little whine, also
produced by the wolf.
The howl he made was quite worthy of his namesake.
Buck heard that howl, but by the time he got to the
scene of the crime, all he could see was Chrissy's
wiggling buttocks in her tight red riding pants, as she
rode down the trail towards their Grandmother's house.
He looked down at Wolf, curiously, who was curled
tightly in a fetal position, moaning, his hands between
his legs.
Buck wasn't as smart as Chrissy, but he was a lot
smarter than Wolf. He figured out what had happened and
began laughing. "Wait until the kids at school hear
about this!" he crowed.
He should have punished Wolf some more. He didn't. He
just hopped back on his bike and rode off to catch up
with Chrissy. For that reason he didn't hear Wolf say
"I'll kill you motherfucker." He staggered to his feet
and weaved off toward the motorcycle he had hidden in
the bushes nearby.
***
Chrissy rode like the wind, which was whipping her long
black hair almost straight back over her shoulders. Her
legs pumped, and her buttocks jiggled in their bright
red casing. Her firm breasts barely moved, but every
man who saw her riding along stopped and stared. Many a
stiffened dick was left in her wake. When she left the
park she still had almost a mile to go.
She was still a little shaken by what had happened in
the park, so she decided to stop at the Malt Shop and
get some ice cream to calm her nerves. Her brother rode
by and didn't see her bike parked there, which is why
he lost her. There were several ways she could have
gone. He'd just have to search them all, one by one.
***
Chrissy finished her ice cream and hopped back on her
bike, much refreshed. She checked her basket, to make
sure everything for her Grandmother was still there,
and rode off. Fifteen minutes later she leaned her bike
against her Grandmother's house, grabbed her basket of
goodies, and went inside.
She didn't notice the motorcycle parked beside the
garage, behind the trash cans.
***
Buck had checked Central street and Richards Avenue.
She wasn't on either of those streets. He thought he'd
just go on over to Gram's. Chrissy was probably already
there by now.
***
Chrissy went into her Grandmother's house. It was dark
inside. She flipped on a light, but nothing happened.
She tried another. None of the lights worked.
"Grams?" she called out.
She felt her way into the living room. No lights there
either. Maybe a breaker had blown. Or the power was
out.
"Grams?" she yelled again.
A quivery voice came from her Grandmother's bedroom,
"In here."
Chrissy went into the bedroom. Her Grandmother was in
bed, with all the covers on top of her. She was wearing
her red wig for some reason. Her face looked awful in
the dark. It was bigger, wider.
"Grams? Are you OK? What's wrong with the lights?" said
Chrissy.
"I'm just sick," came the high wavering voice. "Come
closer."
As said before, Chrissy wasn't stupid. Her Grandmother
could sing Tenor in the choir if she wanted to, having
one of those deep old woman voices that a lot of women
have who have smoked a few too many cigarettes in their
life. Grams had NEVER had a high quivery voice before.
"So," thought Chrissy. "This isn't my Grandmother." She
was curious, though. Why would someone pretend to be
her Grandmother? Maybe it was some surprise or trick
her Grandmother was playing on her. She decided to play
along.
"Well, I brought you some presents. Maybe they'll help
you feel better," said Chrissy as she got next to the
bed.
The person in the bed threw back the covers.
It was a man!
And he was naked!
Thrusting up out of an unruly looking thatch of hair
was a hard penis! The man tore off the wig. It was The
Big Bad Wolf!! (imagine that!) He growled "I know
what's going to make me feel better. I'm gonna stuff my
prick in your pussy! THAT's gonna make ME feel better.
And he grabbed her.
It hadn't occurred to Chrissy that the person in the
bed could be Wolf. So she WAS surprised, and that
surprise cost her. Before she could react to this
problem she was facing, Wolf had wrestled her onto the
bed, and before she knew it he was sitting on her
stomach. Again his hands snatched at her pretty yellow
tube top, and this time he ripped it off her body.
"THAT is for kicking me in the balls!" he yelled. He
reached down and pinched both nipples painfully. "And
THAT is for... for... for kicking me in the balls." he
continued, not capable of thinking up something
original. He scooted forward, the tip of his penis
poking Chrissy's chin. "Now, suck my cock, bitch!"
Chrissy knew she was in trouble. Wolf was bigger than
her and her feet were a long way from his balls. She
played for time. "I thought you were gonna poke it in
my pussy, not my mouth!" she said, like she was
offended he had changed his mind.
Wolf paused to think. She was right. He DID want to
fuck her. But the sight of her pretty mouth made his
dick jerk too. He thought and thought. He decided he'd
fuck her first, and make her give him a blow job after
that.
Wolf reached under the pillow Chrissy's head was lying
on. He pulled out something. He moved his thumb along
it's edge and a knife blade snapped out.
"If you move I'll fuck you up bad." he growled.
He scooted down to her knees and sat on them. Then he
attacked the red riding pants Chrissy was so fond of,
slicing them with the knife and tearing them until she
wore only panties. Those he ripped off painfully,
baring her virgin pussy.
"Now THAT'S a pussy!" he said, as if perhaps it might
have been something else.
The reader must cut Wolf a little slack here. You see,
in truth, Wolf, being a bully, had never had a real
girl friend. No girl would willingly make out with him.
And so he'd never actually seen a real live pussy
before. Further, while he claimed to have fucked a
hundred girls, he'd never even been in the same room
with one naked. So it is understandable that he didn't
quite know what to do at this point.
He stared at Chrissy's pussy like it was some strange
wonderful toy he'd unwrapped on his birthday. It WAS a
beautiful pussy. Chrissy's black pubic hair wasn't
thick yet, but her mons was covered with short silken
strands that all seemed to point to the pair of pale
lips below them. Those lips were tight and thin right
now, guarding her treasure zealously. He remembered
seeing a porn video where a man licked and kissed a
woman's pussy. It had looked like fun.
"I wanna lick your pussy!" he announced.
Chrissy frowned. The knife changed everything. If she
tried to kick him again he could hurt her badly. She
began to realize just how much trouble she was really
in. She needed more time. She needed to get him to put
the knife down or something. To get him off his guard.
Again she decided to play along.
"That would be nice," she said, trying to make her
voice sound like she actually meant it.
Wolf waved the knife at her, to remind her to behave,
and then got off her knees. His hands spread her knees
apart and she reluctantly let them spread until he
could get between them. He leaned down, examining her
sex closely. She smelled ... good. He leaned closer.
Experimentally he stuck out his tongue and licked it up
from the bottom of those tight white lips to the top.
Chrissy felt his tongue and almost jerked. But she
controlled herself. Maybe she could distract him.
"Where's my Grandmother?" she said.
Wolf looked up and said, "I tied her up. She's in that
closet over there." He pointed at the folding doors
that covered her Grandmother's clothes storage. The
doors were made of slats, which meant that Grams could
breathe OK.
"You didn't hurt her, did you?" said Chrissy.
"Naw, she's old." said Wolf, who seemed to think that
explained everything. "I gagged her though, cause she
was making a racket." He licked the pussy in front of
him again, this time more forcefully. He decided this
WAS fun. He poked his fingers at Chrissy's pussy lips.
He knew there was a hole there somewhere.
Chrissy winced as his stubby fingers pressed into her
dry pussy mouth. His tongue didn’t feel so bad, but she
hoped he'd stop with the fingers. "Are you sure she can
breathe OK?" she said. "I'll let you lick me, but I
want to be sure she's OK first."
Wolf looked up. He wanted to have real sex, and this
was the closest he'd ever come. And he wanted to have
sex with Chrissy. She was one of the best looking girls
in school. She seemed to be warming up to him too. "OK,
I'll check on her." he said. He got up off the bed, but
then stopped and showed her the switchblade again. "But
don't do nothing stupid." he growled. He went over to
the closet and opened one of the folding doors. He
reached in, doing something. "Yeah, she's fine." he
called out. "Don't you do nothing stupid either, lady."
he said to the closet.
Wolf came back to the bed. Chrissy was lying the same
way he'd left her. He crawled back on the bed and
shoved his mouth against Chrissy's pussy.
***
Chrissy was confused. Wolf had been licking and sucking
at her pussy for five or ten minutes now, and, despite
the fact that he was a bully and smelled bad and was
basically a big prick, his tongue was doing nice things
to her. Not just nice. Wonderful! He had pried open her
pussy lips and had begun licking and sucking like a man
in the desert who just found a cool canteen. She
realized she was making noises ... noises that any man
would immediately recognize as noises that meant, "Keep
doing that please."
He had stumbled on the little bump at the top of her
pussy mouth she loved to wash (and wash and wash) when
she was in the shower, and was licking it repeatedly.
Chrissy was having a hard time breathing, because she
felt like something was about to happen to her...
something important... and she kept holding her breath,
waiting for whatever it was to happen. To her shame she
WANTED this horrible boy to keep licking and sucking
her pussy!
Just then Wolf BIT her newly awakened clitty and her
hips arched up off the bed, slamming into his face.
Wolf was shocked. He liked eating pussy, and this girl
obviously liked what he was doing! "You like that
bitch?" he said, his voice muffled by talking into
Chrissy's now soaked vagina.
Chrissy couldn't help herself. "Ohhh yeeeeess!" she
moaned. Her hand slapped over her mouth as she realized
what she'd said. Then Wolf bit her clitty again and she
found her hands on his head, pulling him into her pussy
with a vengeance.
Wolf grinned. She really DID like it! He dropped the
knife on the floor so he could use both hands to spread
her tight pussy lips open. He’d been inordinately proud
when he found that hole, and now he stuck his tongue as
far inside her as he could get it, getting another
lurch of her loins. He had something else he wanted to
stick in that pussy.
He raised up, sitting back on his calves. His hand went
to his stiff penis and stroked it. "I got something
else you'll like even more." He leaned back down, his
hand guiding his dong toward her pussy. The tip nudged
in between her pussy lips. They were no longer thin and
white. Now they were thick, swollen and dark pink.
Chrissy couldn't believe it was going to happen. "Yes!
NO!! Ohhh I don't know!" she wailed.
***
Buck parked his bike beside Chrissy's. He started in
the house and something caught his eye. It was
something red, over by the trash cans. He went to look.
It was Wolf's motorcycle. An ugly look came over Buck's
face. He entered the house quietly, sensing in the dark
that the power had been cut. He wished he had a weapon.
As he went through the kitchen he spied a wooden
rolling pin on the counter and picked it up. Then into
the living room, where he paused, listening. There were
noises... voices... coming from his Grandmother's
bedroom. He slipped along like a ghost. The door was
open. Now he could hear Wolf saying something like,
"You like that Bitch?" He heard his sister's voice,
sounding somehow different, say "Ohh yessss."
He peeked in and almost dropped the rolling pin when he
saw his sister, lying naked on his Grandmother's bed,
her naked breasts heaving, while Tommy Wolf kneeled
between her legs, his face buried in her pussy! Buck
stared, frozen. His sister's hips were driving upward,
into Tommy's face, and her hands were on his head,
pulling him to her writhing crotch. Just then Tommy
dropped something on the floor. A knife! What the hell
was going on here? Then Tommy reared up, jacking on his
stiff cock and he said "I got something else here
you'll like even more."
Buck couldn't believe what he was seeing. Tommy Wolf
was going to FUCK his little sister! She moaned, and
all he heard was "NO!" That was enough for him. In
three short steps he was across the room, swinging the
rolling pin. With a sickening THUNK it connected with
Wolfe's head. Well, some people would have called it a
sickening THUNK. Others might call it a delightful
THWACK, considering who the recipient was.
But I digress. Wolf collapsed, rolling off of Chrissy
and onto the floor, where he flopped, unconscious,
maybe worse.
"Buck?" said Chrissy, not believing her eyes. "Buck?"
she sobbed.
Buck looked down at his sister.
Only he didn't see his sister.
He saw a naked girl... a very good looking naked girl,
whose breasts were heaving still, and whose luscious
looking pussy was wet and open, inviting. Being a
normal red-blooded American boy, his dick stiffened. He
swallowed, remembering whose wet, inviting pussy he was
staring at. "Are you OK baby?" he said, leaning over
her.
Chrissy didn't know what to feel. One minute, a boy she
didn't like, who she didn't want to touch her had been
making her feel better than she'd ever felt in her
whole life. Then her brother, who she DID like, had
made everything stop. She was in agony. She had been so
close to... to something... she didn't know what it
was, but she knew that if Tommy HAD put his penis in
her that it WOULD have happened. And she knew that it
would have been good.
In short, Chrissy was in heat.
And not just heat, she was in raging teenaged hormones
heat. She actually NEEDED a hard cock in her at that
moment. And there was her handsome brother, leaning
over her, who had saved her from having to have that
loathsome bully's penis in her, and who had a cock she
KNEW she would LOVE to have in her right then.
"OHHHHHHH Buck... thank you... I need you Buck...
please... I'm so hot... I'm just going to DIE...
Please! I need something ... I need YOU!!!" Her hands
tore at his T shirt, dragging it up and off. Then her
fingers were at the snap of his shorts, tugging,
undoing, pulling.
"Chrissy!" he yelped, feeling her naked body against
his. Now his dick was rock hard.
"Shhhhhh" she said, silencing him by kissing him hard
on the lips, and pulling him down, over her, on top of
her.
It was a good kiss, a passionate kiss, a tongue-
swapping kiss. It was the kind of kiss that makes a man
want to plant his erection in a soft, welcoming pussy.
Buck shoved his pants down. He wasn't wearing underwear
... he never did. Suddenly, before either of them were
clearly aware of what was going on, Buck was between
her thighs. Now they were spread eagerly, pumping in
and out as Chrissy's pussy came up off the bed, seeking
something to fill her void. Buck's cock tip bounced as
he thrust toward her.
Buck was a virgin too, and he didn't know what to do
either. But nature knows, and as soon as the tip of his
prick nudged between Chrissy's puffy slick pussy lips,
he shoved frantically. In less than two seconds,
Chrissy's pussy went from aching emptiness to being
stuffed with a hot, hard penis.
There was pain.
In fact there were different kinds of pain. There was
the pain of her shredded hymen, which was more of a
sting than an actual pain. There was the pain of her
labia, stretched as they'd never been stretched before.
There was the pain of his pubic bone slamming into hers
as he instinctively put all his weight into that one
overenthusiastic thrust.
But, the aching emptiness was gone, and that overcame
all the pain. As the fullness registered in Chrissy's
lust fogged mind, so too did the fact that her clitty
was pinched between their pubic bones. It was squashed
flat and signals from it streaked through her belly and
up to the tips of her teen miss titties, which were
currently being scratched by his chest as it slid over
hers.
All this registered in Chrissy's over stimulated
nervous system as Buck's instincts continued. He pulled
back an inch and pounded back in, then again, and yet
again, before he stopped to enjoy the feeling of his
bone being surrounded by hot wet velvety pussy. Those
three rabbit thrusts were what Chrissy's body had
needed to get to the feeling she knew was right around
the corner.
Chrissy's pussy clamped down on the invading log and
she had her first real orgasm. Her whole body clenched,
then flopped back, only to clench again. She babbled,
trying to say her lover's name. But all that came out
were garbled sounds of extreme pleasure.
Buck was as overcome by events as his sister. His
initial skewering of that virgin pussy, followed by
those three rapid fuck strokes, almost immediately
transported him to the place he loved to be - that
place when a guy is beating off and he's on the verge
of shooting - that place where just one more jerk will
bring the river of soothing relief blasting out of his
penis. When Chrissy's pussy clamped down on him and
then rippled, his prick coughed and began to unload its
precious cargo.
But this was no Kleenex he was dumping his load into.
It was no impersonal towel. No, this was a warm, wet,
welcoming pussy, and his orgasm was harder and longer
than any he'd ever had in his life. His cock belched
thick ropes of sperm into his sister's channel.
His balls drew up and he pounded in a forth time as his
prick spat two more times, the tip right at the opening
of her womb. One silvery stream of semen splatted
through that opening and straight into where his baby
would soon be growing. He grunted as every muscle in
his body tried to plant every last drop of his life-
giving seed in her fertile belly.
About the time Buck moaned, "Ohhhhh Chrissy!" His
sister wailed, "Ohhhhhh Buck!" They sagged against each
other, both too tired to even roll apart. She welcomed
his weight on her, covering her, making her feel safe
and protected. Finally he lifted his upper body,
letting her breathe more easily.
He looked at her uncertainly, but she smiled up at him
and said, "I love you so much."
Then her eyes got wide.
"GRAMS!" she yelped.
She pushed, hard, and Buck rolled sideways and off of
her naked body. Chrissy leapt up off the bed and
bounded to the closet, where she flung open the folding
door. Her Grandmother was standing there, arms taped to
her sides and legs taped together. Another piece of
tape was over her mouth. "BUCK! Help me!" she barked.
Buck's naked form appeared beside her and he took in
the situation quickly. He left and returned with Wolf's
switchblade. With a few quick slices their Grandmother
was freed.
Wolf had called her an "old lady", but in truth she was
only forty-seven. She had conceived their mother,
Ramona, when she was only fifteen. In turn, Ramona had
had Buck when she was only fifteen, it apparently being
some kind of family tradition to get pregnant early in
life. They didn't know it, but Buck had just ensured
that Chrissy would follow that tradition too.
But right then, the two kids were faced with a very
irate but still handsome woman who had just watched
helplessly as her Granddaughter had been assaulted by
the little monster who had tied her up, and then
royally fucked by her very own brother! Both kids knew
that there was a storm brewing behind the hazel eyes of
their Grandmother, and that the storm was about to
break. She stalked over to where Wolf was lying and
peered down at him. He groaned and moved. She promptly
kicked him solidly in the head.
"BUCK!" yelled his Grandmother.
"Yes ma'am," he said meekly.
"Don't you know you should give a woman AT LEAST two
good orgasms before you go and fill her up with your
teenage cum?! Get over here!" she yelled. Buck turned,
to see his Still firm bodied Grandmother shedding her
clothes.
"I'm going to have to teach you a lesson!" she growled.
And Grandma DID teach him a lesson. And to make sure he
didn't forget it, he had to practice his lessons with
his sister again before supper. Then Grandma called
their parents and suggested it was too dark for them to
ride their bikes back home, and that they should stay
the night with her, which meant they all got to study
their lessons some more.
And so it was that Little Red Riding Pants got her new
name, which was, "Little Miss Swelled Belly," because
that's exactly what started happening to her.
And they all lived happily pregnant, ever after.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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