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Tommy, A Story About A Young Boy
by Tom (tje@mail.nls.net)
***
A boy and girl are best friends, then girl hooks up with
an older boy who she loses her virginity to and first
boy (the best friend) is devastated, but after another
attempt at a relationship with another boy, the young
girl finally sees the light and gets with her "best
friend" again, only now, taking their friendship to
another level. (mg, bg, youths, 1st, oral, anal, coa)
***
The air of the cool morning was crisp and fresh. The low
Sun cast long shadows of trees and branches across the
street and the lawns of the modest neighborhood. The sky
was dark blue, cloudless. A clump of lilac in the vacant
lot between Tommy's house and the Reiley's shouted forth
its beauty and caught the boy's nostrils all of a
sudden, bringing a slight smile to his pretty face.
Tommy was on a sad quest. The day before he had found a
dog and brought it home, much to his mother's
displeasure. He wanted to keep the dog, now that Tippy
had died, and his mother relented. It was a little,
mixed- breed mutt, a bitch that yapped and jumped about
so delightfully as Tommy played with it in his back
yard.
He stood on the sidewalk that morning, in front of the
vacant lot, calling for the dog, which he had dubbed
Toby, a name that he liked, even though it was
inappropriate for a female dog.
"Tobeee, Tobeee," he yelled, but not too loudly, because
he knew that people were still asleep. It was a
Saturday. The dog was gone. She was probably miles away,
Tommy decided, sniffing garbage, shit and God knows
what. It was sad for the boy, but not a tragedy, because
he and the dog, although they had played joyfully
together, had not yet bonded.
* * *
Tommy was twelve years old. He was still innocent, but
he knew a lot of naughty things, boy things that he
could not tell to his mother or to his pal, Sara.
For example, Ricky Johnston, who was a little older than
the other boys in the sixth grade, had jerked off in the
shower room in front of Tommy and some other kids and
shot his stuff clear across to the opposite wall. Ricky
nagged the other guys to try it, but only Jaimie did,
and nothing happened. Jamie was then very embarrassed
and urged the others to give him some more time, but
everyone had to leave for their next class.
The young boy looked about, after giving up his attempt
to find Toby, he became very conscious of that morning's
still beauty. He breathed deeply the fresh air, which
was not at all moist, and he looked forward to a
splendid Saturday, his favorite time of the week. He
walked across the street to Sara's house and rapped
lightly on the window of her first floor bedroom. Tommy
waited patiently and was soon rewarded by the appearance
of her pretty, young face, always perky, even early in
the morning.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," he responded to his pal. "Do you want to go up to
the sand hills?"
"OK, but I have to get something to eat first."
"OK, I'll meet you in front of my house later."
[This is an example of the usual banality of their
verbal interactions. What else can one expect from kids
their age? I shall spare the reader and employ dialogue
infrequently.]
Tommy re-crossed the street, along which only a few cars
were parked. He went to his house and sat on the front
steps. With his feet on the step below, his knees rose
up and his shorts pulled tight, displaying his upper
thighs almost to his crotch. He did not know that he had
lovely legs, limbs that some men ogled surreptitiously,
wondering at their smooth sleekness and hairless sheen.
His arms were just as beautiful. He was a blonde boy
with curly hair and the face of a pretty, Nordic child.
As he waited for Sara - probably the best friend he had
- to come over, he thought about her. She was a few
months younger than he, not yet twelve years old, but
she was just a tad taller than he, and over the Winter
she had grown tits. True, they were small ones, but they
did poke at her t-shirt and he did notice them.
Tommy wondered about Sara's tits. He had tried to touch
them once, but she had socked him in the chest and sent
him sprawling onto the ground. He wondered about Sara,
who could run faster than he could, who dared to climb
trees higher than any boy, and who was a wicked pitcher
at softball. She seemed to be more grown up than he was
and she frequently treated him like a younger brother,
even though he was older than her.
Tommy knew her face. He could not remember a time in the
past when he had not known it. He took her prettiness
for granted, not realizing just how incredibly beautiful
the girl was. If some men stole looks at Tommy, both men
and woman ogled Sara, the paleness of whose lovely face
was accentuated by her lustrous, raven black hair, which
was usually dressed in braids.
She was five feet tall, and she always stood proudly and
confident, unafraid of the world, which she was
determined to conquer. Her limbs, still so young, were
well formed, soft looking and alluring. We cannot avoid
the observation that the eleven year old girl was
extremely sexy, although Tommy would become aware of
that only later, during the Summer, when his hormones
began their inexorable rush, tormenting him; when he
masturbated for the first time and lost his innocence.
* * *
The two of them ventured up the railroad track toward
the hills of sand at the concrete company a mile north
of their houses. Sara walked along a rail without
teetering, while Tommy strode to step on each tie.
They hurried past an old outhouse that still reeked of
shit. Construction companies and factories lined the
track, a spur line along which traffic was so infrequent
that children stood and watched the trains, when they
did appear.
Once they reached the two sand piles, each of them
perhaps thirty feet in height, the two children looked
carefully about, and, not spotting anyone, scampered up
the sand, using both hands and feet to climb to the top.
They were delighted at their feat, which was so
innocent, yet so naughty to them; they had been chased
away many times in the past by burly adult men. They lay
atop the sand, their heads near to each other, but their
bodies angling away. The eleven o'clock Sun burned down
on them.
They climbed the other pile of sand and frolicked at its
top, until a man came out of a small wooden building and
yelled at them. They then tumbled down the sand hill,
rolling to its base and hurried off toward the rail
line, giggling as they ran. When they were safely away,
they stopped and looked into each other's face, without
self consciousness, knowing each other intimately, and
they snickered at their victory over the adult world.
Tommy took hold of Sara's hand, the one closest to him;
he did not know why. Sara shook him off, also not
understanding fully.
The two of them retreated back down the track, and half
way home they left the rails and turned into a vast
acreage, much of which was a dry dump. There were heaps
and mounds of trash, an unusual amount of which seemed
to be bathroom tile.
Their destination was certain: a copse of willow trees
two hundred yards in front of them. The limbs of the
trees fell to the ground, providing a private space
inside, where the air was more dense and the dust
tickled one's nostrils. They had played there often,
pretending it to be the headquarters of buccaneers,
highway men and mission control.
They approached the copse of willow trees, which seemed
to have taken on the desolation and squalor of its
surroundings. When they came up to the first tree, they
heard a sound, a human sound. They looked at each other,
unsure of what they should do. So, they did what any
normal twelve year olds would do; they tip-toed forward
and peered through the branches.
Sara drew in her breath quietly at the scene that they
beheld. Two older kids were lying naked on a blanket, a
girl and a boy, the girl on top. They had their heads
between each other's legs. The boy had his face in the
girl's pubic hair and he was obviously licking on her.
The girl, moaning, had the boy's stiffy in her mouth and
was moving her head up and down on it.
Tommy was fascinated watching the other boy's slick cock
going in and out of the girl's mouth. He sprouted his
own stiffy, the hundredth one of the day so far.
The girl's moaning increased. It was a brief, repeated
sound, starting low in register and then rising higher.
It grew in tempo and loudness. Sara grabbed Tommy's hand
tightly. He looked down and saw that the fingers of her
other hand were scratching at her groin. She was
breathing irregularly.
Tommy turned his attention back to the older kids having
sex, when the girl pulled her head up from the guy's
cock, arched her back and cried aloud as though she were
in some horrible pain. It lasted for just a few seconds.
Sara was panting beside him and Tommy could feel her
rubbing herself quickly between her legs as she grasped
his hand.
Soon the girl quieted somewhat and returned her head
back to the guy's cock and sucked it into her mouth.
Sara then made a noise like a small animal in distress,
alerting the girl, who turned her and stared at the two
young voyeurs. Her scream was frightening. It was so
angry and loud.
Tommy pulled on Sara and they ran down the dirt track as
fast as they could, Sara outdistancing the boy. They
heard an outraged male voice shouting behind them, but
they dared not turn to look back until his yelling faded
behind them. Then they stopped to catch their breath. No
one was pursuing them.
They walked on towards their homes. Tommy was
embarrassed to have witnessed that scene with Sara. She
appeared flushed and was very quiet. The humor of it all
then came to the boy and he chortled, but Sara did not
share his mirth. She was very solemn.
"They won't make a baby that way," Tommy observed with a
snicker.
She looked at him with an annoyed expression on her
face. "That was the whole purpose, stupid," she sneered.
* * *
The month of June arrived and soon school let out for
the year. Summer stretched before Tommy endlessly, as is
only possible when one is twelve years old. He played
with Sara, now full time. They spent days digging an
earthen bunker and covering it with timbers, which they
dragged from the dump. Once finished they hunkered down
in it and wondered what to do next.
Tommy noticed a change in his friend's demeanor. Sara
began to spend a lot of time just staring vacantly,
thinking of something, perhaps, but definitely leaving
Tommy out of her thoughts. He felt her slipping away
from him. Then she went off to camp for four weeks and
Tommy had to endure an entire month of boredom.
He became listless and wouldn't keep his room tidy,
about which his mother complained. He would lay upon his
bed for hours and dream of Sara. He would clutch his
pillow and think of kissing her, which he had never
done, not even a peck. He thought of her tits, then
larger than before, about how he wanted to feel them. He
wanted to lick her bare arms and legs.
One day, as he dreamed of Sara, he pulled down his
shorts and played with his modest boycock, pulling on
it. Feeling excitement, he dreamed of Sara's pretty
face. He dreamed of licking it, kissing it all over. He
dreamed of sucking and licking on her entire naked body,
her soft flesh. He continued to pull on his cock and
dreamed these things until he was surprised by his first
orgasm. His body stiffened all on its own and jerked
again and again as lovely sensations flashed through him
like nothing he'd ever experienced before.
* * *
In the middle of July Sara returned from camp, her skin
lightly tanned, although her face was still a bit pale.
She was exuberant for some reason, and she did not
communicate clearly with her friend from across the
street.
Soon Tommy was faced with the enormity of his loss, when
he saw Sara walk down the street hand in hand with a
fourteen year old boy, who was as pretty as she. They
were headed for Warren Avenue, where there were shops,
restaurants and a movie theater. He looked at her and
his throat ached. He felt as small as a bug at that
moment.
The next day, early in the morning, he went over to
Sara's house and tapped on her window. He had a serious
purpose. He wanted to tell her that he loved her. After
a while he tapped again, but she did not come to the
window.
For the rest of the day, until dusk, Tommy sat on his
front porch and waited for Sara, but she did not appear.
He wanted her to love him the way he loved her. He
wanted her to know his feelings. When it became dark,
Tommy's mother called him inside, wondering about the
boy. He did not sleep well that night, often getting out
of bed and looking out the window at Sara's house, which
remained dark.
The next day, after sitting on his steps for hours, he
finally saw Sara come out of her house. He ran over and
demanded to know where she had been, perhaps too
forcefully. She did not look him straight in the face,
but told him that she and her parents had visited her
aunt the previous day. Tommy knew that something
remained unsaid, because the girl shuffled her feet and
would not look at him.
Tommy practiced a speech in which he would tell her that
he loved her, but he could not get a single word out.
They parted awkwardly and Sara went back into her house.
Later that day Tommy saw her and the fourteen year old
boy walking hand in hand down the street toward Warren
Avenue. He wanted to kill himself.
For the next week Tommy was in extreme misery. His
mother worried about him, but he would tell her nothing.
Then Sara came over to his house, looking shabby. She
had been crying.
She went with Tommy up to his room, where they sat
together on his bed. He wanted to touch her, to kiss
her, but she looked so despondent he was afraid to.
Then Sara leaned against him and he was excited by her
touch. Then she told him, choking the words out between
sobs, that she had "given herself" to Calvin Riges, who
was trying to make the Guinness Book Of Records by
taking the most virgins of anyone. That he kept score on
his bedroom wall with pencil strokes, that she was
number thirteen.
Tommy was depressed by the news. He had come to think of
Sara as his girl, that the two of them would experience
sex with each other for the first time. He was seething
inside, but he said nothing. Sara let him put his arm
around her, but she didn't cuddle, as he would have
liked.
* * *
A month or so later Sara then took up with another boy,
a sixteen year old, a high school football player as
large as an adult. Tommy was outraged. He avoided seeing
Sara and would shun her when they met by accident. The
girl looked at him with pain in her face, once opening
her mouth to say something, but then leaving whatever it
was unsaid.
After a few weeks Sara again came over to Tommy's house
to confess tearfully that she had been dumped by her new
lover. It seems that she was just too forceful and
independent. The boy wanted her to be meek and giggly
all the time. The stupid lout didn't realize the
exquisite beauty that the twelve year old girl was, whom
he had repeatedly humped without foreplay.
As Sara and Tommy sat together on the couch he asked her
why she had let those two guys do what they did to her.
She was suddenly very defensive and a bit irked at his
question. But then she looked into his face and said, in
a low voice, almost a whisper, which Tommy strained to
hear, that she had wanted to learn about sex and that
when the first boy had hit on her, she offered him no
resistance. Sara continued, telling Tommy more about her
first time than he really wanted to know.
She said that she had found the boy, Calvin, to be
especially pretty and that she was flattered that he
paid any attention to her. He had taken her to his
basement, when his parents and brother were away. She
let him undress her and touch her all over. Then he got
undressed.
Sara went on to inform Tommy that Calvin had a very
large penis with a lot of hair around it. She had aid
naked on the basement couch, she continued, and the boy
had gotten on top of her, shoving himself inside of her,
hurting her awfully. She had bled, she later learned,
staining the old couch.
She had not enjoyed it at all that first time, nor did
she feel pleasure, when they "did it" for the next
several days. Then it began to feel better, although
Calvin was always too rough with her and she had never
felt the "big" pleasure with him. She had wanted to stay
with him and to be his girlfriend, to be his steady, but
she saw that he was growing tired of her.
He stopped seeing her and took up with another girl, a
seventh grader who had large breasts. As for the other
boy in her life, Timmy McDermott, Sara confessed that
she was the one who started it. She thought that he was
so big and handsome and that she was so lonely.
"Wait a minute! I have always been here for you. There
was no reason to feel lonely." Tommy's voice quavered
with anger.
Sara ran her hand through the boy's blonde hair. "I have
never thought about you like that Tommy," she whispered.
"We're just good friends, buddies really."
Sara's words visibly hurt the young boy, who seemed to
be on the verge of crying.
Sara, not knowing the pain that she was causing her
friend, went on to describe Timmy's penis, how much
larger it was than Calvin's, how he was able to give her
the "big" pleasure, how she loved the feel of his
muscled body pressed against her.
"Shut up! I don't want to hear this shit! You should
have waited for me! I'm the only guy who really loves
you." Tommy got up and left the parlor hurriedly, going
up the stairs to his room.
Sara heard him slam the door shut, the loud sound
telling her that she was no longer welcome in his house.
She bit her lip, realizing that he had spoken the truth.
Suddenly she realized that they had loved each other for
so long that she had taken it for granted. Her eyes
became moist and she cursed herself bitterly for what
she had done. She lay upon the couch and sobbed
convulsively, fearing that she had lost Tommy.
* * *
Tommy's mother knew that something bad had occurred
between her son and Sara, because the boy would not
leave the house. He just lounged about, read mysteries
and watched television. She did not pry, however,
because she knew that the situation was delicate.
He was full of a furious anger at what Sara had done,
yet he still loved her. He thought of her as he
masturbated three and four times a day, but he refused
to go to her.
Sara's mother also realized that her daughter and the
lovely Tommy had had a serious spat. She too did not
bother her child with questions. For three days Sara
scarcely left her bed. She looked haggard and her eyes
were red from crying.
Sara was full of anger and shame at herself for having
let those other boys have her, while she had turned her
back on the only guy who really loved her and needed
her.
* * *
About a week after Tommy's incensed outburst Sara went
over to his house and called him out. "TOMMY!" she cried
out in her little girl voice, looking at the window of
his room on the second floor. She saw his face, briefly,
looking out, but he did not come down to her.
After lunch Tommy heard Sara calling to him again,
"TOMMY!" The sound was muffled slightly by the distance
and the walls of the house, but the intent of her voice
was clear: she wanted to make up.
The boy was ready for it. He would accept Sara no matter
what the conditions. He scooted downstairs, rushed for
the front door and then stopped, sliding on the rug. He
then opened the front door and went onto the porch
slowly, hoping that the eagerness he felt was not
apparent.
Sara came to the foot of the front stairs as Tommy
descended them. She smiled shyly at him, demurely. Tommy
was still angry at the girl, but he was also hopelessly
in love with her.
[Kids this age can be very annoying and outrageously
stupid at times, but their emotions can be as powerful
as those of a mature adult.]
Tommy knew that she had fucked a couple of dozen times
by now, but she still looked fresh and sweet, not like a
whore, a word that had crossed his lips many times over
the past week. Eventually he had become ashamed to think
of her like that. All that she had done was experiment
with sex, and she hadn't chosen him to be her lab
animal.
Then he would become angry again for awhile. His cock
was small; like a boy's and he couldn't really fist it
that well, but had to use just his fingers. He had no
hair down there either. He felt so inadequate and
thought that perhaps Sara had done the right thing in
her experiments.
At the foot of the front stairs he just stood and looked
at Sara. She was so close that he could smell her Ivory
soap and shampoo. His head was full of jumbled thoughts,
some of them still bitter, some of them forgiving, full
of love for her.
Sara had never looked at him like this before, he seemed
so lovingly and gentle. She took his hand in hers and
urged him to follow her, with her eyes and a soft tug,
all anger and bitterness flowed out of the boy. He
smiled at her, as he had done for all his life, except
for the past week. They crossed the street hand in hand,
heading for Sara's house, and any observer would have
overheard happy, animated words and giggles. Just to
young kids having fun.
* * *
They went through the front door of Sara's house, as
they had done since they were toddlers, but this time
Tommy knew that they were not going to play board games
or cards. Sara's mother was downtown shopping. They were
alone in the house. Sara shut the door behind them and
looked sweetly at her friend, and Tommy realized that
the scarcely experienced Sara was soon to give him
lessons.
This was going to be something new in their friendship.
It would not be rough housing, not playful wrestling.
They wouldn't play tag. Tommy could hardly believe the
enormity of what lay before them because he did know
what was going to happen, he could see it in Sara's
eyes.
They still stood near the closed front door, Sara very
close to Tommy, their bodies lightly touching. She would
not cease gazing into his face, and Tommy could not turn
away hers. Then Sara put her arms around the boy's
waist, exerting the slightest pressure, not quite a hug,
but she leaned on to him.
Tommy grasped her tightly and emitted an emotional gasp,
almost a sob of joy. He held her head with one hand and
licked a pale cheek. Then they kissed for the first
time, the more experienced girl teaching the virgin boy.
They kissed for a long time as they fondled one another.
They had to stop, to catch their breath at least.
Tommy held Sara's cheeks in his hands as he gazed at her
beauty, something that had always been there, but which
he really appreciated at that moment for the first time.
But best of all for him was the expression of purest
love that beamed from her face.
Tommy didn't know exactly what they would do with each
other that afternoon. He really didn't know what was
possible, beyond the obvious, which they could not do,
because Sara could become pregnant. They clutched to
each other as they went into Sara's bedroom.
It was an awkward moment for the two of them, standing
beside the bed, knowing that they would have to find a
graceful way to become naked. Tommy nervously took the
hem of Sara's t-shirt into his hands. She raised her
arms and grinned encouragement at the boy. He pulled it
up and off, and he beheld tits in the flesh for the
first time.
Sara, of course, didn't wear a bra, because she didn't
need one. Her breasts were small and clung to her chest.
Her brown nipples stood forth, excited, atop soft mounds
of perfectly formed pale flesh, which Tommy palmed with
his two hands, looking into the girl's face and finding
no objection. The touch was electric for the boy. Sara
leaned her head forward and kissed his lips as he
fondled her tits.
When Sara tugged at his t-shirt, Tommy raised his arms
and she pulled it off, revealing a lovely, boyish chest.
They stared into each other's eyes as they undid their
shorts and took them off, not smiling, but extremely
excited. They then lay upon the bed clad just in their
under pants. They rolled together, kissing and fondling
each other.
There is no inane dialogue to report. They did all of
this in complete silence, communicating with just their
eyes, their hands and their lips. There were, of course,
sighs, groans and gasps, as they really got into it.
Tommy set out to realize the day dreams that he had had
of licking and sucking on Sara's exquisite body.
It was marvelous for him to suck on her tits, to slaver
her tummy, to nibble on the soft flesh of her thigh. He
took each of her ten toes into his mouth. It became too
much for Sara, who desperately needed relief.
"Take off my panties," she grunted, and he did so
quickly, revealing a totally hairless groin. Her bare
vaginal lips were puffed up and inviting. She spread her
nether lips with her fingers and pointed at her clit.
"Lick on me there. It will be so marvelous. No one has
done it to me before. You'll be the first."
At that particular moment of extreme sexual excitement,
Tommy would have eaten her shit. He went down on her.
"Not so rough! Lick it gently. Yes, yes. Just like that.
Don't stop. Pleeeze! DON'T STOP!"
It took about ninety seconds of licking, during which
the girl uttered the above dialogue, along with many
more oral sounds, for Tommy to bring Sara to a crescendo
of an orgasm. She arched her back off the bed, bucking
up at Tommy's mouth and squeezed the boy's head between
her clenched thighs as she shuddered and gasped in
ecstasy for many seconds.
Then finally, she quieted somewhat, catching her breath.
Tommy was so enflamed by Sara's display of pleasure that
without a word he climbed atop her - unmindful of the
consequences - and desperately tried to penetrate the
girl.
Sara, still a bit larger than he, shook him off and
clasped her thighs tightly together. But she was still
sexually aroused and was eager to give him the same
pleasure and relief that he had done for her, if only
with her mouth.
"I've never done this before Tommy," she murmured as she
licked down his slender body. "It will be the first time
for me."
She licked on Tommy's engorged penis and then took it
into her mouth. It was scarcely four inches long and not
as thick as a pealed banana. She savored the taste and
texture of his soft hardness, sucking on him, and she
was determined to go all the way.
Sara was quite unprepared for his explosion. Tommy
suddenly yelped and spewed his spunk into her mouth.
Gagging, she coughed violently, almost vomiting.
They had been on the bed, naked together, for less than
thirty minutes, during which time they had satisfied
each other sexually. For the next thirty minutes they
cuddled and kissed, getting aroused again. Tommy wanted
to penetrate her, but she refused, because of the
obvious risk. They kissed and fondled instead, but
becoming increasingly excited.
"You can put it into me... from behind... you know,"
Sara suggested when she was finally so horny that she
was tempted to do almost anything with him. "I've never
done that before either," she continued, rolling onto
her stomach.
Tommy was eager for more, but he knew that it would hurt
Sara, a girl he loved and didn't want to hurt. He wanted
to do it. He was suddenly desperate to do it, but he
knew that he needed lubrication. He jumped off the bed
and ran out of the room to the bathroom, where he up-
ended bottles and jars in his search. He then found a
tube of Vaseline and opened it, slicking his hard cock
as he rushed back to the bedroom, where
Sara lay, perplexed by his actions. Tommy got onto the
bed and looked expectantly at the pale, perky butt of
the girl. Her legs were spread in invitation, lovely
legs, legs which he had explored with his mouth. He
climbed between them and positioned his slimed cock.
He pushed forward, slipping all the way in until he
could feel the soft butt flesh against his loins. The
penetration caused Sara discomfort, but not as great as
the loss of her virginity. She endured it, wanting her
lover to pleasure himself, although she hoped that he
would do so quickly.
Tommy fucked the girl's butt in ecstasy, reveling in the
novel feel of her, knowing that he was inside her,
thrusting, thrusting...
"Hurry, hurry," Sara urged, enduring more than she
wanted.
Tommy relished the feel of the soft body beneath him,
the touch of Sara's flesh against his. He felt it coming
and couldn't stop it if he wanted to. Then suddenly her
was spewing into Sara's ass with a yowl which he did not
seek to restrain. His body exploded in intense pleasure
with each pulse of cum forcing its way into his lover's
bowels.
Finally, Tommy collapsed on top of Sara's back, both
children gasping for breath, covered in sweat from their
exertions, totally spent.
After a while they got up and showered together. Sara
seemed very submissive and Tommy felt very much the man.
He held his girl in his arms as the two of them were
pelted by the comforting, warm spray and sudsy soapy
hands.
* * *
Tommy knew that Mickey Jacobs had a stash of condoms;
his father owned a pharmacy. Tommy planned to visit
Mickey that afternoon and trade some of his stuff for
condoms. He whispered his plans to Sara, who was very
pleased with the idea and kissed him back eagerly.
END
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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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