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    EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-4                     "What Naked Boys Do"
    {Part #4 of 9}                            Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
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                             "What Naked Boys Do"

            | A squawman spies an amusing sight outside his tipi |
            | doorway. It reminds him of his younger days and    |
            | what he used to perform with boyhood friends. He   |
            | longs to embrace these youths with what teachings  |
            | he can offer them. The boys show their eagerness   |
            | to learn!                                          |

       I watch them huddling outside their mother's tipi. Two boys performing
    a common male rite for my eyes alone. The eldest boy, Wind-in-grass,
    already has his left hand to the task: small quick thrusts, his flexing
    butt in timed beat to his excited inner war drum.

       His younger brother, Rabbit, takes his brother's hand down to his
    erected need. An excited giggle. The youth's small rump trembling from
    sharp penis thrills. Rabbit likes when others masturbate him it seems.

       How old are they? I recall the birth of Wind-in-grass some eleven
    summers ago. A handsome youth of cute eyes and a sound body. He'll soon
    have his nakedness covered with a breechclout. Especially when others
    learn of him spilling seed as I have.

       Rabbit is almost two years younger. A sweet boy that needs some more
    growing in the loins before he can shoot. Not for the lack of trying! I
    wonder if his small pole has enjoyed his brother's mouth?

       There's no one to show them how since these boys are unguided. Their
    warrior father was struck down last winter by a bear. Only their mother
    remains to care for them; she cannot train boys in the hunt or in sexual
    concerns. They need a man for that.

       Such beautiful boys of my tribe! I long to take these fatherless youths
    under my care; to train them to become strong warriors. If their flesh is
    willing, I'll embrace each boy with the naked comforts my body can offer
    them. First, we must become of one heart.

       I secretly watch the two boys share in quick relief. Their bodies in
    motion is awe inspiring. Unabashed nudity with their maleness expressing
    an exciting display. Rabbit turns to his older brother. His dark eyes
    shine with the fleshy thrills that he's enjoying. I can only view their
    performance from behind, within the doorway of my tipi. Little boy butts
    flexing from their release of youthful energy.

       When it's done, the two peer down at their feet. Rabbit hasn't any
    'rain' to fall from young loins as his older brother. Both kick at the
    dirt. The signs of youthful pleasure covered over. Has Wind-in-grass the
    clear release of a boy or white like a man's? The ground won't be able to
    tell me that now.

       Wind-in-grass quickly looks around while his little brother giggles.
    I'm spotted by the older boy. He whispers this to Rabbit who turns to peek
    at me. I get up from my mat and wave them unto me. Both approach slowly
    and with much reluctance.

       "Sit and talk with me," I ask. Their dark eyes fill with excitement and
    a little fear. It's not often that I allow mere boys to join me in my
    tipi. They sit close to the door.

       I know what they must think about me; the tribe's only squawman who has
    no husband. Everyone knows of certain braves and even a warrior who
    occasionally sleep in my tipi at night. I welcome their adult needs. No
    man remains though to take me for his.

       My heart also goes out to boys. Seeing Wind-in-grass and Rabbit has
    made me realize this. Boys too have needs. I long to show them the male
    pleasures they may be willing to embrace. I've called out to these youths
    for another reason. I crave more than to join our bodies in sexual
    pleasure.

       I peek down into their laps. Small boy poles once more. Rabbit's is
    still an angry red. His older brother was too rough with his handling, it
    seems. I break the silence.

       "Your backsides made such a beautiful dance for my eyes," I whisper to
    make plain what I've seen. The boys look to each other with nervous
    glances. I ease their tension with a smile.

       "I also pulled on my 'growth' when a youth," I admit. "Watching your
    performance reminded me of that time."

       Rabbit asks, "you were once a boy?"

       I have to laugh before replying. "Yes. Squawmen don't grow up from
    little girls."

       "You are mounted like one," says Wind-in-grass.

       I smile at this youth's boldness. "You have that same place to take a
    man's sperm." The older boy grins slyly at my words. He knows of what I
    speak.

       To instruct his little brother, I lean back over my mat and lift my
    front flap. My legs part to open up my butt. I show these boys what the
    men of our tribe have often found pleasure in. My hole is still wet from
    my long morning with a needing brave.

       A smile comes to my face in rememberance. Brown Wolf had been 'hurting'
    this morning. He found me washing clothes at the river and followed me
    back to my tipi. I invited him in. No sooner had the door flap been tied
    when this young man reached into his front breechclout to erect himself.
    His manhood display was bold and exciting to look upon.

       My dripping wet dress had reminded me of my morning's task. When I hung
    it over the fire pit to dry, the brave grabbed me. His eager hands felt
    over my butt with lust. I felt his mouth on it next.

       Brown Wolf kissed into the crack of my butt. His tongue even dared to
    stick in my hole! I wailed out from the man's hunger for my squaw opening.
    He pulled off his breechclout and quickly stuck in me. Our joining was
    fierce, yet brief.

       A giggle brings me back to my young guests. Rabbit's eyes have widened
    from what he sees. His curious gaze isn't on my asshole but what hangs
    just above. These boys see that my loins are a man's.

       "Why haven't you become a warrior?" asks Rabbit.

       I sit up and give the youth an explanation to his good question. "My
    flesh is a man yet my spirit is that of a squaw. I perform their tasks so
    that my tribe will accept men coming to to be with me in my tipi."

       "I'm going to be a man," says Wind-in-grass. His little brother quickly
    nods in agreement.

       "I had thought the same at your age. My days as a boy had great
    inspirations towards becoming a proud warrior. Yet, it wasn't to be."

       "Why didn't you?" asks Rabbit innocently.

       My thoughts turn back to the past. How long ago was it when I was one
    of these a carefree youths? Fond memories of boyhood dreams come back to
    me and how they were turned from the path of manhood. My pain yet turned
    to joy when I decided to seek happiness over manly duty and what was
    expected of me. Wind-in-grass touches my arm to remind me of his brother's
    unanswered question.

       "Let me tell you a story," I announce to the eager youths. A lesson is
    best taught when crafted in the guise of an interesting telling. These
    boys may come to better understand my spirit from it.

       "My boyhood name was Sparrow," I begin. "My body was small for my age
    but I was quick. Everyone saw that I could become a Runner for the tribe.
    My legs were long. I made them stronger by running through the camp and
    down every path.

       "My father urged me to continue honing my skills for the hunt and to
    become a warrior. Yet my heart wasn't in it. Something inside wanted me to
    follow a different path in life. I didn't enjoy violent challenges or
    dangerous pursuits. By spending my time running, I avoided the training
    games with the other boys. It had bothered me that I was different.

       "I eagerly ran in the first races at the age of eleven. My heart was
    great for the task but the older boys were more able. Eagle's Feet was
    named Runner that year. The next summer came and went without my achieving
    it. Yet I never lost hope.

       "The third summer saw me as a powerful runner at thirteen. I noticed
    that boys at this age were likelier to win than those younger. There were
    stories of the occasional wonder; an eleven year old who won. I had wanted
    to be such a boy. That chance flew away with two years gone. I lost yet
    again."

       Rabbit interrupts by saying, "my brother will be in the races this year!"

       I glance at Wind-in-grass to see his face beaming with pride. This boy
    is appropriately named. I've seen him racing down the camp paths. Yet
    without a father, he's lacking advantages that the other sons are given in
    instruction.

       "Did you win the races in your fourth year?" asks Rabbit.

       My eyes shine from the sweet memory of that year. I only allow a smile
    before continuing my story.

       "I trained hard for the upcoming races. Past the age of fourteen, boys
    usually lost interest in racing to become braves; the beginning of their
    manhood. A boy who became a Runner at that age had only a short duration.
    Each year brought the test to hold that honor or lose it to another.

       "I wanted to win so that my path towards manhood could be delayed. It
    wasn't unheard of to have a Runner of fifteen or sixteen. The chiefs only
    required that the Runner who carried their messages remain the fastest
    over the other boys. That's why the races were held every year.

       "Six boys ran in the year of my fourth attempt. Three were younger than
    myself, one my age named Bird-sings, and Eagle's Feet, the oldest boy.
    Eagle's Feet had won from the previous summers and he was trying to keep
    his position.

       "Word was going around that the chiefs were displeased with Eagle's
    Feet's performance. They suspected that the boy wasn't keeping their
    messages for only those for whom it was sent. Nothing was worse than a
    Runner with loose lips! It was only rumored. Nothing could be proved yet
    the chiefs hoped that the boy would lose the races at last.

       "A shaman may have worked harsh medicine against him since I won that
    first race. Eagle's Feet was very displeased, especially when I beat him
    in the following race though coming in second. It was Bird-sings who
    passed me to win. He was a beautiful boy who was quickly taking my heart.
    With the winning of one race to each of us, I knew that the third and most
    difficult match would see which of us made Runner.

       "That night before the final race, I talked long with Bird-sings. We
    felt strong things for each other which were finally coming out. I took
    him into the deep woods to make love. He put his sperm in me. That sacred
    binding made me very happy and fulfilled. I finally understood which path
    it was that my legs were stumbling upon. The next morning found me too
    sore to run though.

       "Bird-sings easily won and became the next Runner. I was happy for him
    since I was given an equal thing in return; his love. It fulfilled me as
    being Runner would have.

       "That year with him was the happiest in my life. Our love grew, though
    in secret. He ran for the chiefs and kept the honor for yet another year.
    We neared the time of becoming braves. A path that I wasn't to follow at
    his side.

       "Eagle's Feet learned of our secret love. His hatred wasn't directed at
    me but at Bird-sings who had 'stolen' the Runner title from him. He spread
    terrible rumors. The boy he directed his anger at didn't suffer but I. My
    path to manhood was denied me so forced was I to assume to role of a
    squaw. It was something that I could bear. Yet worse was to happen.

       "When Eagle's Feet saw his revenge taking the wrong boy, he slew
    Bird-sings in secret. None learned of the truth of his violence. Mine are
    only strong suspicions of what he had done. I'm a squawman because of him
    as well as having lost my lover."

       Silence fills the tipi with my story told. Has it been both hands of
    fingers in years since I ran my last race? I'm still young and can hope
    for love again. These boys fill me with stirrings of it.

       Wind-in-grass asks, "what happened to Eagle's Feet? I've not heard
    anyone speak of him."

       A wicked grin forms on my lips. No one has learned of what I've kept
    close to my heart and for good reason! I keep my voice low. "My father
    taught me the skills of the hunt. The men who visit keep me in meat and
    hides. Only once have my hands taken up the chase... I was successful!"

       Rabbit becomes wide in the eyes at my admission. His older brother
    gives me a sly grin. Many in the tribe suspected my hand in Eagle's Feet's
    disappearance yet no one has given me any trouble for it. He was widely
    disliked. I think that the chiefs approved and may even have known of
    Eagle's Feet's involvement in my lover's death. It's all done and
    forgotten yet I'm the one suffering my loss of him these ten summers.

       "You are a man in many ways," announces Wind-in-grass.

       The boy's words take me off guard. I wasn't expecting wisdom from one
    so young. It prompts a quick reply though. "I'm a squawman."

       I get up from my mat to tie up the doorway. The boys smile for what
    they suspect is going to happen. I won't disappoint. My front flap brushes
    over my forming erection. There's no covering for my butt. I've a squaw
    dress for that which is hanging over the fire to dry. I crouch down upon
    the mat on my knees. My butt opens invitingly.

       "Boys can become men," I whisper in challenge. My tipi fills with
    silence. Are these boys shy or too young to know of the mating act that
    I'm hoping to perform with them?

       I hear a scuffling sound. The warmth from one of the boys presses
    against my butt cheeks. A seeking stab finds my hole and pushes in. It
    brings a smile to my face.

       I turn my head to spy Rabbit near the door. He watches his older
    brother taking me with a grin. I smile back at the youth. A clumsy motion
    returns my attention to Wind-in-grass.

       The older boy has fit his long penis in my hole but he seems unknowing
    of how to perform properly. Words now could humiliate him before his
    younger brother. I back my butt onto his groin to force his thrusts in a
    pace not unlike a steady drum beat. The boy grabs my hips and pushes his
    stiff pole into me deeper. I feel his balls slapping against my cheeks.
    His stabs quicken as they should.

       Sadly, this boy is too young in the loins to give me my own pleasure.
    Men have longer dicks that hit into my wanting depth; that pleasure spot
    deep in my butt. Wind-in-grass doesn't have the proper reach. Yet to give
    this boy his first manly experience is enough. It's been many, many
    summers since last I've joined my sex with a beautiful boy.

       How unmatched are we to be mating though! I'm no longer that boy of
    fourteen. My asshole has become wide from all the men that I've taken into
    it these ten years. I try tightening my ringed muscles around his boyish
    length. His small balls slap over mine with each thrust. Old squaws
    usually instruct the more curious youths in this. I'm glad that he'll
    achieve his first release in my butt.

       Fond memories of Bird-sings enter my head. Our first time in the woods
    as boys had seen him clumsily joining our sex. We were both unknowing of
    the act. Like this clumsy youth, Bird-sings had mounted me from behind. We
    were both frantic to fulfill the release of our connected bodies.

       It had ended well. I won his sperm in me while he gained the title of
    Runner for the chiefs. I've always wondered if my young lover had planned
    to keep me from competing against him in that final race.

       A high-pitched cry! The young boy in my butt stabs me like a mad man.
    There's no sensation from his spurting pole. Rabbit giggles. My dick is
    aching for release but I delay attending to its need. Another boy has yet
    to perform.

       My tipi fills with labored breaths now that Wind-in-grass has spent
    himself in me. It seems that boys are very hurried about it; like Brown
    Wolf this morning. But that brave was in great need. My warrior companion
    makes for a lengthy mounting. He's skilled at delaying his seed's release
    while keeping his dick feeling good. My butthole also enjoys the man's
    longer performance.

       Our bodies separate. I turn to lay over my bed mat to rest.
    Wind-in-grass sits beside his little brother with eyes that tell me much.

       "You are a man for it," I announce to the proud youth. "Putting your
    seed in me has given you this honor. When your brother can sperm then he
    too can mount me as a man. For now, pleasure him in hand as I've seen
    earlier."

       Wind-in-grass turns to watch his little brother masturbate. That youth
    has become plenty excited from watching our copulation. His
    stick-of-a-penis is bright red. Rabbit cries out when his brother roughly
    handles it for him. This is the time for me to further instruct these boys
    on sexual matters.

       "Your hand is chafing your little brother!" I scold. "Let his penis go,
    Wind-in-grass." The boys turn to me with puzzled expressions on their cute
    faces. I rise from my mat to show them what's to be done.

       I kneel before Rabbit and gently get him to stand up. My hands rub over
    his rear softness. His sore pole sticks out at me with the boy's tight
    ball-sac hanging below. I sniff his smooth groin. It has an attractive
    boyish scent.

       "What are you going to do to him?" asks a concerned older brother. A
    tense face. His hands are over his hips.

       A disappointment fills me. Now I'll have to pass the 'honor' of
    pleasuring this little boy to him. Trust is not a given thing. I'm
    sacrificing my desire to taste Rabbit so that I can win some trust from
    these youths.

       "It's not what I'm going to do to him but you!" I answer Wind-in-grass.
    In a whisper, I further instruct the boy on what he's to do for his little
    brother. His eyes widen at my words but he doesn't object from carrying
    out my teachings.

       The two youths nervously stare at each other. I back away to the short
    distance of my mat. I'm sure that Wind-in-grass would rather initiate his
    brother in private but I've given up that honor to at least be a watcher
    of it.

       Wind-in-grass kneels before Rabbit. He turns to me for assurance which
    I give with a simple nod of my head. He still hesitates! I'm becoming
    disappointed. I had hoped for more boldness from these boys.

       "You aren't two little girls!" I shout in dismay. An inspiration comes
    to me likened to a story my father had once told me. A boy is quicker to
    follow you when tempted with honey than from a harsh strike to his butt.

       Another approach comes to mind. "It's a game, Rabbit. Close your eyes
    and imagine your brother pulling on your stiff with his hand."

       The little boy peers down at his brother who answers him with a quick
    nod. Rabbit closes his eyes. Wind-in-grass gives me a sly grin before
    opening his mouth to the task before him. I eagerly watch the older boy
    lean forward and swallow the unsuspecting erection.

       More words of advice come to mind but I remain silent. No need to
    embarrass him. The boys will discover for themselves how a male can offer
    pleasure to another. Wind-in-grass catches on. His hands grip the youth's
    hips and pushes on them to back off the boy's penis. Before it can slip
    out of his mouth, the boy goes down on it again. He begins a bobbing
    motion. Rabbit opens his eyes in surprise.

       The little boy gasps. I see the thrilling effect it has on him. For the
    uninitiated, getting sucked on can feel ticklish and unbearably sensitive.
    I'm sure that this boy will enjoy further opportunities from his brother
    to get use to it!

       Wind-in-grass quickly bobs over his brother's groin. I think back to
    how this little boy could have been in my mouth; his sweaty stiffness
    stabbing over my curling tongue and the attractive lime smell of his groin
    each time my nose pressed against it...

       I'm often drinking of a man's thick release; groin hairs getting in my
    mouth or between my teeth; my gagging from a certain brave's mighty
    length... The rank odor of unwashed cock! I think a boy's proportion more
    to my liking when stuck through my mouth. Would Wind-in-grass give up to
    me his sweet seed?

       I stare at that boy's erection. Sucking on his little brother has
    gotten him excited again. He tends to his need in hand. The thick skin is
    quickly pulled over the shaft of his penis. A brown head pops out like a
    shy prairie dog from its hole. I notice his heaving belly. The boy holds
    breaths to deepen his penis thrills. It makes me happy to be watching
    these youths enjoy a deeper involvement in sex with each other.

       Rabbit cries out. He pushes his brother away. His face is all red and
    tense; pain? or the great pleasure that he's feeling from being sucked on.
    Wind-in-grass seems surprised. He also wonders if the little boy has been
    hurt.

       After a long silent moment, Wind-in-grass continues to masturbate
    himself. Rabbit opens his eyes to watch. My body fills with the building
    pleasure from my own handling. My front cloth flaps violently. Watching
    unexperienced boys is amusing and very exciting!

       I almost laugh out loud from what I witness next. Rabbit drops down on
    his unsuspecting brother with his hands finding the boy's flexing butt and
    his mouth sliding down the thick penis. Wind-in-grass gasps.

       The pleasure for him must be immense. The older boy's eyes close again
    while his breaths hold. A moan escapes with his slow exhale. Another deep
    breath in him. That gets his belly to tremble. His dick pushes deep
    through the little boy's mouth. An outcry!

       Rabbit swallows hurridly. I imagine the strong release his older
    brother is squirting in him. I'm bringing myself close to it as well. The
    sweet thrill from rubbing over my penis is lifting my spirit to the
    clouds. I've become an eagle. Each great beating of my wings lifts me even
    higher. I hold in a deep breath and wait...

       An inner sense has me opening my eyes. The two boys are standing before
    me with curious stares on my front flap. I lift it to show them how a man
    coaxes out his seed at need. It's a tremendous thrill to have boys
    watching my very naked act. They silently watch with bright smiles on
    their faces. I suppose it's too much to expect one of them to go down on
    me.

       Too late! I feel my penis erupt through my clenched fingers. The
    intensity from it has me crying out. Several squaw wailings of sweet
    pleasure! My other hand catches my brief flow. I take in urgent breaths as
    my hand slows the pace. I'm spent.

       With a slow pulling over my cock, I squirt out what remains. It pools
    in my hand like a treasured gift that it is. Rabbit stares at my sperm
    with interest.

       "Why is yours white?" he asks.

       Now I know that his older brother has the clear release of a young boy.
    I've heard that it makes for a sweet drink, unlike the salty thickness of
    a man's seed. The youth's question is upon me. I answer him.

       "My loins are fully grown like that of a man's. In another year, your
    brother will feed you thick white sperm!"

       Rabbit giggles in embarrassment. He becomes still when I bring up my
    cupped hand to the front of his body. I ritually offer his balls my thick
    seed. The power of my sperm clings there so as to aid the boy's maturity.
    My handling brings an erection to his skinny pole.

       The little boy's stiffness is thrilling. I rub over it while watching
    the youth's face. He's very expressive. With eyes closed and his mouth
    taking in quick breaths, I can see the pleasure that my hand brings him.

       Wind-in-grass pulls over his forming erection. He notices my eyes and
    smiles. I bring up my free hand to take care of his need as well. The boy
    eagerly allows my handling. Side by side, the two youths stab through my
    tight fingers. Their butts hump in cute flexings. I try for something
    bolder.

       I move closer to the little boy. His eyes are closed so I pounce on him
    like the hawk over the unsuspecting rabbit. My tongue wraps around the
    warm sweet stick. My hand reaches around his humping softness to guide
    him. I force his thrusts through my mouth. Wind-in-grass complains. He
    reminds me to keep handling over his stiff.

       After a few heartbeats, the boy in my mouth cries out. His dry thrill
    has been achieved. I quickly turn my head to pleasure his older brother.
    This boy's erection is thicker and longer. I allow its full length down my
    mouth. He grips the back of my head and stabs. He performs like a man! As
    a boy though, I'll soon be tasting the release of his sweet watery seed.

       This moment is one of the greatest in my life. Two naked boys to train
    in all things. Several simple lessons have been given with many more to
    come. Not all will be as pleasurable or fun as having sex though. Boys
    must learn the hunt and warrior skills they'll need to feed and defend us.
    It's also fulfilling to be closer in our hearts as well.

       Wind-in-grass moans. I reach around for this youth's butt to grip his
    violent motion. They're a larger pair of cheeks than his little brother.
    Their muscles flex in and out under my hands. I suck over the boy's rigid
    length to enhance his thrills. I didn't perform this on the younger boy.

       My nose hits upon the boy's smooth groin. I detect his sweaty lime
    smell like that of his little brother. There's also the sweetness from his
    last release. Rabbit has left me some to enjoy.

       My boy becomes more violent in my mouth. He seems close to release but
    seems unable to achieve it. This boy has already come out a few times this
    morning. Once to the ground behind his mother's tipi and in his brother's
    mouth. I'm hoping that there's some left for me to drink.

       Rabbit smiles at me when I catch him with a hand around his stick. As a
    young boy, he doesn't tire from his penis thrills. Nothing can come out.
    That allows him to beat off as much as he wants. I envy this boy's staying
    power.

       Wind-in-grass releases a sharp breath. The boy's sweet explosion! A
    small taste in my mouth is all that I get. His loins haven't any more
    honey to be won. I'm hungry for more.

       The boy slows his thrusts. He pulls from my mouth and falls to the
    floor in exhaustion. Rabbit joins him. I realize the truth of it. Thrice
    sperming has been too much for the boy. His loins are empty though many
    thrills have been given him. Sexual relief shows on both of their faces.

       My butthole aches. I'm reminded that it's been filled with a man's
    thick release as well as this boy's clear seed. I had forgotten about
    that. It's no wonder that Wind-in-grass is tired. He's performed a man's
    duty four times this morning.

       My body feels chilled so I reach to the tripod for my dress. The fire
    below has done its job. The warm deerskin feels nice around my body. I'm a
    clothed woman once again.

       "When will I be named a Runner?" asks Wind-in-grass after the long
    silence.

       "That comes when you've proven your fleetness in the races." The boy
    drops his head. "You have no father..." I whisper as if reading the boy's
    thoughts. His quick eyes on me are proof of it.

       "No one will show my brother what he needs to know," says Rabbit.
    "There's more to racing than quick legs!"

       My reassuring smile answers their concerns. I see hope reveal itself
    briefly in the older boy's face.

       "You can't be our father," shouts Wind-in-grass. "You're only a
    squawman!" He stares at Singing Sparrow's dress.

       I withstand the boy's anger and remain patient. His eyes glare hard at
    me for what he thinks is a betrayal for raising false hopes. I do have
    something to offer him.

       "I was once a boy like yourself who ran in the races," I remind him.
    "My father taught me well. I was shown the path towards becoming a
    warrior. I was almost named a brave and could have been a Runner!"

       "Why did you turn away from those honors?" asks the older boy with
    anger.

       "I've told you how my spirit directs me. That decision of the chiefs
    forced me to remain what I am. Their command was a wise one. Although I'm
    a squawman, I can still offer what my father had given me. Come each day
    and I'll show you."

       "Teach us to become men?" asks Rabbit.

       "And to win the races?" asks Wind-in-grass.

       I nod my head. "I've a need to pass on what I know. I'll gain pleasure
    from watching two boys growing up strong!"

       A wonderful hug binds the youths unto me. I embrace them while trying
    to keep my tears within. It wouldn't go well to reveal such weakness in
    their teacher. I must set an example of being a man, if just for them.

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