Date: Sat, 04 Mar 2006 16:42:10 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Gold, Incense and Myrrh 7/9 (m+m - Adult Friends)

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GOLD, INCENSE and MYRRH
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written the 21st of February, 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Brian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"GOLD, INCENSE and MYRRH" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic
scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to
read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or
because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.

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CHAPTER 7 - A special contract

Alberto Sossi was fifty-years-old. Since he was eighteen he always
worked in discos. At first as a bartender, then in places of growing
responsibility and at twenty-five he was already a manager. He had an
innate organizing ability, he was able to evaluate people and so he
could choose the right colleagues, he could foresee the changing tastes
of the patrons, so he was able to give them what they liked best. Thus
all the discos where he worked thrived. His secret dream had been to be
the owner of a disco, however, even though he earned a good salary, he
didn't have the necessary capital needed to create from zero what he had
in mind. Therefore his dream remained a dream.

He got his first job when he was eighteen, thanks to his good looks -
the owner of the disco told him, straightforward, "Let me fuck you and
I'll give you the job." Alberto was gay and certainly this would not be
his first sexual experience, moreover he liked that man physically,
therefore he accepted without hesitation. He realised the fact that to
the man he was only a means of pleasure, or rather one of many - the
others who worked in his disco were asked the same thing and the man,
each night, took one or another of them to his home.

Then when he was twenty-two, Alberto for the first time fell in love. In
fact he always dreamed of a stable relationship, a partner for life.
Alberto was not a romantic guy, and yet he hoped to find love. But he
passed from one deception to another.

His first lover had been Franco, a thirty-year-old architect, one of the
patrons of the disco where he was then working. Alberto was at once
fascinated by the architect, so he accepted his courting and became his
boyfriend. Soon to perceive that, in reality, Franco was ashamed of him
because of his poor background. Franco loved to fuck with Alberto, but
nothing more. Often he treated the boy with disdain, he snubbed him,
looked down on him.

While making love, Franco gradually started to treat him more like a
whore than a lover. The last straw was, once when they were making love,
Franco asked him, "Tell me, pig, you like this big cock, don't you? Tell
me where you want me to shove it, in your sucker mouth, or in your back
end? Tell me, swine, make a choice, and give me a good time!"

Alberto gave him a good time... but never again met him.

The second was Dino, a vegetable-seller more or less of his age. He was
a really sexy boy, even though not really handsome. At first everything
seemed to work nicely. But one day Dino told Alberto he would like to
have a threesome. Alberto was not really keen on this idea, but to make
his boyfriend happy, at last accepted.

Dino brought with them one of his friends, Fulvio, a twenty-seven
year-old boxer, and soon Alberto found he had to satisfy both of them,
who really were only making love with one another. And finally Alberto
realised that the two were long time lovers. They only wanted a
threesome with him because Fulvio didn't like being a bottom and Dino
insisted on fucking him - Alberto's only role was to be fucked by Dino
and at times Fulvio, often he had to simply watch at them while they
were making love. So he left Dino as well.

He was thirty-years-old when he fell in love with Tony, a very handsome
Sardinian shop assistant. What gradually became a problem was that Tony
was becoming more and more effeminate. He started to talk about himself
in the feminine, and this somewhat bothered Alberto. Then he started to
wear feminine underwear, eventually he told Alberto he should undergo a
sex change operation and become a woman. But Alberto liked sex with men,
not women, therefore at last he also left Tony.

The last one with whom he fell in love was Oreste, a twenty-seven
year-old youth. He, surely was a man - in bed he was strong and sweet as
Alberto appreciated. To say that Oreste had eroticism in his blood, is
an understatement. Their sexual encounters were always involved and full
of passion. Oreste knew how to give him, and get from him the maximum of
pleasure.

Some months after the start of their relationship, Oreste asked Alberto
if he could live with him. All seemed well, until Alberto discovered
that Oreste, even though staying with him, was going from one encounter
to another. At this point Alberto told him that he had to make a choice
- he stayed with him without cheating, or else it was better he left.
One day Alberto got back home from work and saw that Oreste had left,
taking all his belongings and also several of Alberto's valuables. What
wounded him most was that Oreste didn't steal the most expensive items,
but those that had the highest sentimental value to Alberto. It wasn't
just a theft, but an act of spite.

Alberto, more and more disillusioned, became a cynic. He decided he
didn't want any more relationships, it was not worth it, from now on he
wanted just to fuck. He had had enough of being made use of - now it
would be he who used others.

As a young man Alberto was rather handsome. Becoming older, even though
he was not ugly, he lost some of his handsomeness. He was conscious of
that, but he didn't care. Even though he wasn't very rich, he was well
off and he knew that the attraction of his life style would take the
place of any lost physical appeal. So, without needing to pay a hustler,
his bed was very seldom empty. He hooked a boy, enjoyed him as long as
he pleased - and in that period treated him very nicely - but sent him
away when he tired of him.

He always told his partners honestly, in no uncertain terms that he
didn't want any long term liaison, that he wanted to be free to have
more than one boy during any acquaintance - if they accepted, it was all
fine, if not, no harm was done.

He had just reached his fiftieth birthday when something happened that
totally changed his life - from a man, whom he only knew as a far
relative, he inherited a fortune valued at several billion liras in
Treasury Bonds.

At last he could give substance to his dreams.

First of all he looked for fitting premises, and found it - it was a
movie theatre closed for years, very spacious, in a prime area, with a
large parking lot nearby. So he contracted the finest architects to
transform it into a futuristic disco, equipped with the most
sophisticated facilities and equipment.

At the same time he also wanted to amuse himself, therefore, remembering
how he got his first job, he selected firstly a beautiful aspect,
physically appealing to him, then young men that were really skilled in
their jobs, and when these two criteria were satisfied, he instituted
the third condition - they had to be prepared to bed with him. He was
not in a hurry, he just wanted to surround himself with a harem of
beautiful boys, skilled in their jobs but also skilled in giving him a
pleasure.

He was looking for two experienced DJ's, two lighting technicians, a
sound- mixer, four skilled bartenders and six handsome waiters; he also
wanted a boy for the box-office, two more for the cloakroom, three
chucker outs skilled in karate, one in charge of the purchases,
restocking and accounting. In all twenty-two people beside himself. A
small group - just what he needed to staff a big, elegant disco like the
one he was building. He didn't want a gay disco per se, the mixed ones
were more yielding, but he wanted gay patrons to feel at ease in it.

Alberto put ads in several newspapers and Massimo saw one. As soon as
Gilberto got home, he showed it to his lover.

"Look here, they want a skilled DJ for a new disco and also other
personnel. I don't have any skill, but possibly they may hire me for the
cloakroom. They say to call for an interview. Shall we call?"

"You bet! That's great. Let's go and phone them immediately, come!"

They decided to make two separate calls and to show up for the interview
individually. They got an appointment for the following evening. They
were both full of hope. The next day they went to take a shower, shaved
carefully and wore the best clothes they had. Then they went to the
disco. The work to prepare it was at its height but Alberto's office was
already done. There were six other boys waiting for interviews and later
two more showed up.

Then in came Alberto.

"Good evening, everybody. Would you please first fill in this form with
your details? Also write down your experience in the job you're applying
for, don't exaggerate. On each form you see a number - it's the order
you will be called into my office. After the interview you will leave
through different exit, therefore if there are friends amongst you, you
have to wait for each other outside, is this clear? After this first
general interview, those who have some possibilities to be hired will
come back for a second interview, the technical one. Thereafter we will
discuss the salary, the contract and so on and at that point I'll make
my final choice. I warn you that for each position I already have an
average of five or six applicants, therefore only twenty per cent of you
will be hired. Good, that's all for now. As soon as number 1 has
completed his form, he can come to knock at that door. I'll call the
following ones. Do you have any questions?"

"When will the disco open?" one of the boys asked.

"The opening will be held in thirty-seven days."

Massimo asked, "Is it possible to apply for two different jobs?"

"Yes, of course, mainly for non specialized jobs like waiter or
cloakroom assistant."

"Also for DJ or box-office, for instance?" Gilberto asked.

"Sure, no problem."

"What do you think of him?" Gilberto asked Massimo in a whisper, when
the man went into his office.

"It seems he knows his job. He has the appearance of a skilled manager.
Let's hope... What impression did you get?"

"I just feel that it could be good to have the man as a boss. But
perhaps knowing him better... at times all that glitters is not gold."

Gilberto was number 5 and Massimo number 7. When his turn came, Gilberto
entered the office and held out his form to the man.

"Sit down." Alberto said casually, taking the sheet and rapidly running
his eyes over it. "Good, Gilberto, I see you have several years of
experience as a DJ, and also in good discos. How come you are out of
work for two years?"

"The last one was set on fire by the racket. And then I couldn't get a
job in another one - there are more DJ's looking for a job than
discos..."

"You have a great deal of experience as a DJ, but you write that you
would accept any other position. Why?"

"I need a job. I really like being a DJ, but I also need to eat."

"Yes, I see. Tell me about the techniques you know and use."

"May I use technical words?"

"Sure, I have thirty-two years experience in discos, there is no
problem. So?"

Gilberto started to talk about compilations, the way to present the
music and a thousand other details, showing his mastery of the job. At
times Alberto asked something, but mainly listened and wrote notes on
the back of the form.

At the end Alberto said, "Good, I'm interested in you. Can you come back
next Friday at five pm? You'll give me a practical demonstration of what
you have told me now. Bring with you a sample compilation and your
records."

"For what kind of night?"

"A very good question. I leave the choice to you. So then, see you
Friday at five, all right, Gilberto? This is my business card. Show it
at the entrance, and you'll be allowed in. Go down the stairway and
you'll be in the hall of a building in the road parallel to entrance you
used today."

Then it was Massimo's turn.

"Massimo Stellari. Electronics Technician. Interesting. But here on your
form you're asking for a position as cloakroom boy, box-office attendant
or waiter, nothing specialized."

"I'm not able to perform any of the specialized jobs you are offering."

"But an Electronics Technician could be useful. Possibly cloakroom boy,
but when required, able to fix some apparatus. Not bad at all. Not
waiter, I want them younger. But as box-office or cloakroom boy,
possibly yes. I cannot promise anything, but I'm interested in you. Come
back Friday at six pm, so we can talk again and see if I can hire you."

"So?" Gilberto asked Massimo as he saw him come out from the gate of the
house. They told each other how the interview went, and their
impressions, and noticed that they had their next interviews one after
the other.

"Let's hope he will hire at least one of us." Gilberto said while they
were going back home.

"And possibly both of us, no? It would be good to work together, at the
same place, with the same schedule."

"Sure it would. Bah, let's hope. We have to wait six more days before
our next interview."

Back home, Gilberto carefully prepared the compilation he would show
Alberto and at the end decided to prepare two of them - a main one and
one as a reserve. He always did so, when he was working as a DJ, it was
always good having a standby compilation. He very seldom needed to use
the second one, but at times it was useful.

Friday came. They both prepared themselves in order to give a good
impression, and went to the appointment together. The man at the door
only allowed Gilberto to go downstairs. He entered Alberto's studio.
Showed him what he had prepared then using some record players that were
in the office, played a part of it.

At the end Alberto said, "Good, I'm really interested in you. I must say
that you are one of the best DJ's I've interviewed up to now. Now, if I
hire you, this will be the contract - read it and tell me what you
think."

Gilberto read it rapidly, then said, "It seems really good - the pay is
high, the conditions good."

"Certainly. Mine must become the best disco in Milan, therefore I need
very competent personnel, that's why the salary is so good. So then,
would you like to work for me?"

"Yes, sure, I'd be really happy to."

"But... there is one more condition."

"Yes?"

"People working for me, besides being skilled in their jobs, have to be
also very available to me."

"Sorry?"

"I am gay and I want all my personnel to be gay."

"Do you want to open a gay disco? No problem at all, my lover is a man."

"Good, but what I mean is that whoever works for me has to be ready to
come to bed with me. That is the final condition in order to be hired."

"I... well... as I told you, my lover is a man. But we love each other,
you see? Therefore I'm sorry, but I will never cheat on him, not even
for a salary ten times higher than what you are offering me."

"Are you sure?"

"I am."

"I'm sorry, then. No bad feelings. I like you very much, both as a man
and as a DJ. But this means I have to find another one."

"Yes, I think so too. If I wasn't in love with my man, I would not have
accepted your request anyway, mister Sossi. Going to bed with somebody
has to be a free choice, not something decided with a contract. So, I'll
be on my way, mister Sossi."

"That's a pity."

Massimo, being in the dark about this conversation, was waiting his turn
on the street. As soon as Gilberto left Alberto's office, he called the
man at the door telling him to let Massimo enter, and so, when Gilberto
arrived at the gate, out of breath, to warn him, Massimo was already in
Alberto's office.

The interview with Massimo was shorter, as he didn't have something to
demonstrate on a technical level. Alberto gave him the contract to read
and Massimo also said the conditions were really good. Then Alberto told
him his final condition. Massimo didn't understand either at first and
answered that he too was gay, therefore there was no problem.

But when Alberto told him plainly that he wanted to have sex with him at
his wish. Massimo answered, "Mister Sossi, I have a boyfriend and we are
in love with each other. If I was free I would not have a problem having
sex with you - you are not really my Prince Charming, but worth a try
and it could also prove to be agreeable. But I am faithful, I wouldn't
cheat on my man for anyhing in the world, therefore I have to refuse
your offer."

"Wouldn't it be better if you thought some more about it?"

"Don't insist, please. I would never change my mind. Anyway I don't
think that you will find any difficulty in finding somebody who will
accept your conditions."

"But I like you very much."

"Thank you, but unhappily..."

Gilberto was furious, Massimo was only dejected. He really had hoped to
get that job. They went back home. Even so, both of them were proud of
their lover.

"We will look around and sooner or later we'll find a job, won't we?"
Massimo serenely concluded, then added, "Don't make that face, love.
Come here, I will make it pass..."

"How?" Gilberto asked with a sly smile, having guessed what his lover
had in mind.

"Just to begin, this..." Massimo said starting to unbutton Gilberto's
fly.

They made love for a long while and when, still naked, they decided to
prepare something to eat, it was one o'clock in the morning. After
eating, Gilberto pushed Massimo onto their bed again and started making
love for a second time, and the incident was already forgotten.

Alberto Sossi was thinking back on all the interviews he had done. At
this point his personnel compliment was almost filled. He had to decide
only on four people - one of the DJs, two waiters and the box-office
attendant. It was mainly the second DJ that worried him. Amongst those
who had accepted his conditions, only one was good. The others were
second-rate and he wanted the best of the best. Ah, he thought, if only
that one who was so good had accepted his final condition... what was
his name... he would have been well on the way to success. Bah, he said
to himself, what does it matter even if two or three don't accept an
intercourse with me? After all I already have eighteen who accepted.
It's better to have a really skilled DJ that won't come to my bed than a
poor one that will. Even if he is skilled in bed.

So Alberto decided he had to contact Gilberto again, to offer him the
job without conditions. He looked at the form to find his telephone
number and call him. The space for telephone number was empty. Oh shit,
he doesn't have a phone! I guess I have to go to his home, he told
himself and, not in the habit of delaying important matters, he left his
office at once, and drove to Gilberto's address.

An old building without an elevator. He climbed the stairs looking at
the names on the doors and at last, on the attic floor, he found it. He
rang the bell. The door opened almost immediately and there was Massimo.

The boy recognized him at once and said, with an air halfway between
amazed and stern, "Oh, you. What do you want?"

"Gilberto Marelli lives here?"

"Yes."

"He is not at home?"

"No."

"Will he be in later?"

"I don't know, possibly one hour."

"May I wait for him?"

"What for?"

"I want to ask him to work for me."

"He already answered you quite clearly, didn't he?"

"You... I don't remember your name, but you too came for an interview,
didn't you."

"That's right."

"So, you are Gilberto's boyfriend, I guess."

"Does that matter?"

"Please, don't be so hostile. I would really like to talk with Gilberto
about that job."

"Look, you won't be able to make him change his mind. So, don't insist
and leave us alone, please!"

"Listen, if you will allow me to enter, I'll explain to you."

"What?"

"Please, not here on the landing." The man insisted.

Massimo shrugged his shoulders and said, "All right, come in, even
though it will be a waste of time."

When Alberto entered, he saw the extreme poverty, not to call it
wretchedness, of the single room apartment.

Massimo showed him a seat. "I've nothing to offer you." He said,
serious.

"Don't worry. But, do you live here?"

"Were else?"

"I see. Listen, I really need to talk again with Gilberto. He is a
wonderful DJ, the best that came for interview. I want him at any cost
for my disco."

"Even if you were ready to offer him a higher wage, he will never
accept."

"I understand that."

"So then?"

"It's not the pay, more to the point. I just want to offer him different
conditions."

"I don't follow you."

"What I mean is, no final condition. Well, you remember what my final
condition was, the one both of you refused, don't you?"

"To fuck with you."

"Right. I am no longer insisting on that. He loves you, and that's OK.
He doesn't want to fuck with other people, and that's also OK. But I
want him to work in my disco. And I will also increase the wage offer."

"I don't think he will accept, anyway."

"But why? I can't understand. I am removing the hindrance, not so?

"The fact is that he was really upset with you. Really, really upset."

"Upset? But, why? For what?"

"Because he says you are profiting from people needing a job to force
them to come to bed with you."

"Well, it isn't so. You too, from what I see, are desperately in need of
a job, and yet you didn't like my condition and didn't accept, did you?
I forced nobody. Anyone who accepted my last condition, did so because
it was all right with them, otherwise they would have refused as you
two, and a few others, did. And those who accepted, didn't have any
hesitation, didn't need any pressure, believe me."

"I believe you. But the fact is that I'm afraid Gilberto will refuse
again."

"Listen, I always thought and still think I am a correct and honest
person. Now I'm proposing Gilberto a contract that he himself said to be
very good, and without any other conditions. A perfectly normal
contract. Don't you think it would be irrational if he refuses?"

"No, because to accept a job, one has also to be convinced he his doing
the right thing, about to work for the right type of person."

"But you want him to accept or not?"

"This doesn't matter. I only want him to do what he feels is right. If
he accepts I will be pleased, if he refused, I will be pleased, because
the only thing that matters to me is that he is happy."

"If he works for me, you would both have a much better life."

"Without doubt. But we were not afraid of poverty up to now, and we will
not be afraid if it continues. Anyway, sooner or later, we will find a
job, I hope."

"Good. Will you please remind me of your name?"

"Massimo."

"Ah, yes. I would like your advice."

"About what?"

"If I apologize to him, do you think he will continue being so upset
with me?"

"This, I can't tell. He his not the guy to bear somebody a grudge, but
he was really, very upset."

"And you, Massimo, you too are upset with me?"

Massimo laughed, "No, I never was. I simply thought that you tried it
with us and that you failed. Nothing more."

"Anyway... your love really has to be strong if you two put fidelity
before well-being. It is an usual thing, nowadays."

"We are possibly a dying race." Massimo ironically noted.

"Well, I'm glad it still exists, somebody believing so strongly in love.
I stopped believing in it ages ago."

"That is sad. May ask you why?"

"Too many disappointments. I believed in love for years and each time I
lost my shirt, I've been taken for a ride. Thus, for self preservation,
I stopped believing in love."

"I'm sorry for you, that's really sad."

"You two have been lucky, if you really have found love."

"Possibly we didn't find it. It didn't fall on us like rain, we built
it."

"Because, clearly, you two had it inside you. Evidently you are two
people able to love. I'm afraid I'm no more able." The man said with
sincere sorrow.

"Come on! You simply have to want to love and to accept the risk of
disappointment. Life is made of opposites, joy and pain, for instance.
You cannot accept just the half that suits you. I've learned that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well..."

Massimo started to talk and in few words explained to him all that he
went through after the death of Diego, up until he met Gilberto. The man
was listening to him with attention, interest, nodding several times as
the account proceeded.

Massimo had just ended his summary account and Alberto was saying, "I
really thank you for..." when they heard the noise of the key opening
the door and Gilberto entered the room.

"Max, once again I beat the air!" he exclaimed merrily, then he saw
Alberto, became serious and asked Massimo, "What is he doing here?"

"He is waiting for you. He came to talk with you."

"About what?"

"Ask him to tell you." The boy answered quietly.

Gilberto pulled off his jacket, sat in front of the man and, in a
slightly iritaded tone, said, "Well?"

"Listen, Gilberto, Massimo told me that you are very upset with me
because of our last meeting. So, first and foremost I want to apologise.
I didn't think... I didn't want to offend you."

"So." Gilberto commented, dryly.

"I would like to try anew with you. Can you forget what happened last
time and listen to me without prejudice?"

"I can try." Gilberto answered, stern.

"Good, then listen - I need a good DJ and you are a wonderful DJ. You
need a good job and I can offer you a very good job. I've here a new
copy of the contract. I would like you to read it, to think about it and
to give me an answer. Am I asking you too much?"

"And the conditions?"

"Only and exclusively what is written on the contract, nothing less and
nothing more." Alberto said handing him the contract.

Gilberto took them and read them rapidly, "It is the same as you showed
me before, just a higher salary."

"Yes, twenty per cent more. I think it is a fair offer, don't you?"

"And no other conditions?"

"Absolutely no other conditions. Massimo is a witness."

"No sex?"

"Nothing you don't ask for."

"Aren't you somewhat late? If you offered me this ten days ago, even
without the twenty per cent increase, I would have accepted at once. Ten
days ago."

"I made a mistake. Will you forgive me?"

"It is not up to me to forgive you. Honestly, your offer in these terms,
is decidedly interesting. But I an still rather ill disposed towards you
and to work with a person that I don't..."

"... that you hold in a very low esteem, right? I can understand you.
Then... let's do this - let's add a footnote to this contract. For the
first six months you have the right to break the contract without any
penalty. Does that suit you? Then you can have all that time to decide
if I'm worthy of your esteem or not. Do you accept?"

"What do you think, Max?"

"To me, anything you decide is good. Anyway, I think it's worth a try."

"All right. If I sign, the work starts when?"

"Today, of course."

Gilberto thought for a short while, read the contract again, then said,
"Good. Add the footnote to all the copies, then I'll sign."

"Thank you. Thank you so much. I'm sure you will not regret it." Alberto
said, visibly relieved.

He added the footnote, then they both signed the three copies.

Then Alberto, standing up, said to Massimo, "I don't have the contract
here, but would you like being hired as the box-office attendant, with
the same conditions as Gilberto?"

"Really? I would like that of course. But why?"

"Because... while we were waiting for Gilberto, I came to admire you.
You are a serious, honest, smart and very likeable boy. I still need a
young man for the box-office and I feel you are the best. Moreover, I
think you two would like working together. If you came tomorrow to my
office in the disco, we will sign your contract and I can have you two
measured for your uniforms. Do you accept, Massimo?"

"Yes, sure, willingly."

"Very good. Thank you, then. See you tomorrow." Alberto said and left,
pleased.

"Gil, tell me it's true!"

"Yes, love, it really seems true."

"Aren't we lucky?"

"I think so. He seemed sincere."

"Well, anyway we will have six months to check that out. And in just one
month, together, we will get bags of money! First of all I'll buy you a
stereo and a guitar!"

"But I cannot buy you Diego's bicycle any more, sadly."

"You will buy me your bicycle, love - it will have exactly the same
value for me."

"I love you, you know that?"

"Yes, I know, and am happy for it. How can we celebrate?"

"In the best of ways. Come, love, I'm dying from desire for you."

"I bet you want to take me to your bed, mister!"

"Yes, this is my condition to hire you."

"To hire me? And for what job?

"As a full-time lover."

"Ah, so? And you know, mister, what my answer is? I accept! Undress me,
go on, don't lose any time!"

Standing in the center of the bare room, they undressed each other with
feverish haste.

"I never get tired of looking at you - you're so beautiful, Gil."

"And you, Max, you are so sexy. I love you so much."

"When you touch me like this, I feel as if I'm paradise."

"God, how much I desire you, Max, my love."

"I'm here, I'm yours. I will never stop making love with you."

"I'm telling you. I've become a Max-addict, you know. I'm hooked on
you."

"You want to rehabilitate?"

"That would be the impossible! You are the most splendid dope in the
world!"

"Don't lay it on too thick, come..."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8

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