Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2006 19:18:09 +0000
From: susan k <suzie_xx@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Snow Bird

This story contains graphic descriptions of Sapphic sex between a young
teenage girl and an older woman. If you would find this offensive or if you
are under-age to read such material where you are then please stop reading
right now.

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Snow Bird -- by Suzie XX

I paused at the top of the stairs and watched from the landing window of
our remote cottage at the snowy scene outside. It was a real Christmas card
scene with snow still falling hard and each branch and twig of the leafless
trees was balancing a ridge of white making it look really pretty. It was
an evening when nobody in their right mind would be out driving or walking
in the Derbyshire Dales. The fields that surrounded the cottage were
blanketed in white and the hills beyond were obscured by the continuous
snowfall.

My name, by the way is Nola, a 14 year old home-alone weather orphan.
Despite my age I am just about fully developed as a woman although my boobs
are still growing slowly.  My hair is a dark brown, straight and is cropped
at shoulder length. I am 5' 7" and quite slim and get described as being
`cute' rather than beautiful. My parents had gone out earlier, before the
blizzard had set in, delivering Christmas presents to my aunt and uncle in
Derby and had phoned to say they would stop overnight as driving was
impossible. It was only 30 miles away but might just have well been 300. I
was quite excited at the legitimate excuse I would have the next day for
missing school but the mood was tempered by the sad prospect of having to
get my own meal tonight.

Never mind, I had planned out my evening of unsupervised pleasure. First
turn up the central heating a few notches. Mum hated wasting the fuel but,
well, she isn't here is she?  Next, get that meal. What is it Mum said?
There are some lamb chops in the freezer and I can peel some potatoes, do
some vegetables and cook myself a nice dinner.  Yeah right!  Pizza it is
then. The frozen pizza was already in the oven, the heating turned up and
then after the meal the music would be played as loud as I wished and I
would be surfing the net for some juicy porn. Oh yes dear Daddy had put on
the parental controls when he bought the computer for me, no inappropriate
stuff would bother his innocent little girl!  But he had made that one
teeny mistake. Letting me see his administrator's password!  Those parental
controls had been off and on so many times!

I recalled the last time Mum and Dad went out for the evening and my friend
Jenny had come to sleepover. My goodness, we had some fun that evening. We
had found some wonderfully naughty sites. After watching them for a while
she looked at me sideways with a cheeky expression and asked if I was wet
too. We took off our jeans and panties, draped a bath towel over the 2
chairs and carried on surfing but masturbating too. In time we had both
come a few times and had gone to bed together. We had cuddled, kissed and
touched each others breasts until we fell asleep. Oh, I wished she was here
tonight. We had promised each other that we would go further next time and
masturbate each other. I have seen websites since where girls had licked
each others pussies and maybe I could persuade Jenny to do that too.

I was about to pull the curtain and go downstairs when I noticed headlights
of a car winding slowly down the lane that led steeply downhill from the
Dale and past our cottage. Surely no-one was mad enough to be driving in
this weather?  I watched amused as the car came slowly down the hill from
the Dale and approached the corner where a right hand bend led to our
house. It seemed to be picking up speed rather than slowing down and
somehow I knew it was out of control and wasn't going to make the
bend. Sure enough it just seemed to carry on even though its front wheels
were turned and it headed over the grass verge and slammed into the wall of
our garden. The dry stone wall was strong but against the impact from the
car, stones scattered onto the lawn and onto the vehicle's bonnet and the
wall bulged in precariously at that point.

Oddly my first thought was how mad my Dad was going to be about his
precious wall and if there was any way he can blame me for this.  My second
thought, though, was that someone may be hurt and I raced downstairs,
pulled on my boots and coat. I paused only to pick up a torch and opened
the front door. A cold blast hit me and a flurry of snowflakes blew into
the hall. I patted my coat pocket just to double check my keys were there
before I closed the door from the outside. Didn't want to get locked out in
this weather! The snow was deep, about 15 inches and was to the top of my
boot.  It was soft and each footstep sunk deep as I crossed the lawn.

I looked over and saw that the driver had opened the door and was standing
looking dazed but with the snow blowing in my face I couldn't tell what he
or she looked like. It was bitterly cold and the wind seemed to go straight
through my coat. I went through the gate and along the verge and as I
neared the car I could see it was a woman and she was looking at the
damage. "Hello," I called, "are you hurt?"

She turned round, startled to see anyone else. "No I'm fine but my car's a
bit sick. Who are you?"

"I live here," I said, indicating the house with my thumb, "Do you have far
to go?"

"Too far to walk in this, can I come in for while? I'm really sorry about
the wall. Is your Dad there? Maybe he can help me with the car."

"Mum and Dad are out but come in please. It's freezing out here." She
followed me alongside the wall and through the gate. I re-trod my
footprints back to the door and she stepped in them too. My hands were so
cold already that it was hard to get the key in the lock, but finally it
opened and we both rushed in, and it took all my strength to shut it again
against a huge gust. A dusting of snow trailed in from the door but this
would quickly melt leaving a wet area.

We both brushed the snow from our coats and heads and went in the lounge. I
looked at her and was surprised to see a younger person than I
expected. About late 20's I judged, with short black hair blown into spikes
by the wind and which ended in a short fringe.  She was slim but with
nicely presented boobs about my size. She wore a black button-up top that
looked expensive and hipster jeans with a metal chain belt. Her calf-length
boots looked warm and again quite expensive and her perfume was subtle but
nice although I couldn't place it. Her face was soft looking and pleasant
as she smiled at me. "Shit what a night!" she exclaimed. Her language
belied her classy look!

"You're not kidding! What the hell were you doing out in that weather."

"Trying to get home. I got caught up on the hills and it was already
snowing hard by the time I got to the car."

"But what were you doing up there in the first place. It's hardly walking
weather."

"Well to tell the truth I'd had a terrible row with my hubby, and I drove
up onto the Dale to get my head together, just sort of walking around
thinking, but I walked farther than I thought. That reminds me I'd better
ring him. Writing off the car should improve his mood... not!"

"There's a phone in the hall, but shall we get a hot drink first?"

"Oh yes please I could kill for a coffee, black, no sugar please. Come on
I'll help you."  We put the kettle on in the kitchen and prepared the cups
and suddenly the oven started beeping. The pizza!

"Oh, I have just cooked a pizza but its too big for me, would you like
half?" I offered.

"Well if you are sure you don't mind, I am hungry it's true, but I feel
like I'm intruding. I mean, we don't even know each others name. You're
just a very pretty girl who saved my life. I'm Solla by the way."

"And I'm Nola. See we're old friends now. I've not heard the name Solla
before, is it short for something?"

"Well actually it's Icelandic, I lived there until about 10 years ago. It's
short for Solrun which means sun rune."

"Wow, you must feel at home in this weather! So, pizza?

"OK, well go on then, dish me just a couple of slices of the pizza, Nola!"
We sat there drinking our coffees and stuffing the pizza. Between mouthfuls
I said her English was very good and she told me they all learned English
in school and most Icelanders could speak Danish, Swedish or Norwegian
too. And there's me struggling to speak a little French at school!

"Thanks by the way," I said when we had finished.

"Thanks for what?"

"You said something about me being pretty."

"No I said VERY pretty! And you are. Surely you know that?"

"Well it's nice to be told anyway. And I think you are beautiful too by the
way! Do you want to phone your husband now?"

"Ha, I don't want to, but I suppose I'd better if you don't mind. My mobile
phone doesn't seem to work here."

"No, it won't, there's virtually no signal here on any of the service
providers. We're in a bit of a black spot. There's a landline phone in the
hall you can use."  There followed a frankly embarrassing phone
conversation, with her obviously being on the receiving end of some bad
language and it ended with her telling him to do something physically
impossible and putting the phone down, well actually slamming the phone
down.

"Sorry for that Nola, he's such a..." She burst into tears and I could
guess what she was thinking. I suddenly felt sorry for her, little was
going right for her today, so I hugged her and she sobbed for a few moments
onto my shoulder but then pulled herself together.  "Sorry, it's all too
much."

"Look stop saying sorry, just forget him for now, forget the car and let's
enjoy the evening. You can stay here tonight; it's still a blizzard out
there."

"That seems a bit of a nerve, I smash your wall down, eat your pizza and
then you offer to put me up! You are too kind. Talking of the wall, let me
give you my card while I remember and you can get your dad to ring me. I'm
sure the insurance will deal with it but I want to apologise to him
properly. And if it's not covered by insurance I'll promise him I'll pay to
have it repaired." She fished a calling card out of her bag and passed it
to me.

"Lingerie? You run a lingerie shop? Wow!"

"Well I own it not run it, but yes it's what I love doing, selling
beautiful underwear and sleepwear. Do you know the shop?"

"Yes of course, I've looked through the window many times but I've never
had the money to buy anything, but you have some lovely stuff."

"OK, I'll tell you what. For being so nice to me tonight you can come and
choose a few items that you want for free. Maybe a new bra, yours seems a
little tight if you don't mind me saying so."

I looked down at my t-shirt. "How can you tell?"

"That's my job sweetie. Look, lift your shirt up a moment and I'll show
you." I wasn't sure about this, but she does work in a lingerie shop so
what did I have that she hasn't seen a thousand times a day? So I pulled
the shirt up above my bra. She looked from side to side. "There, can you
see how your boobs are bulging at the sides and beginning to ripple over at
the top?"

"Yes I guess so. So I need a bigger cup then don't I."

"Yes you're well into a C Cup, 34C I'd say and this bra is about 32B isn't
it? It's really not doing you any favours, you'd be better off with no bra!
Look I've got a box of samples in the boot of my car, let me show you a
proper fitting bra."

"No way! You can't go out in this blizzard!" But go she did. She put the
coat and boots on and I opened the front door. Immediately it blew wide
open in a huge flurry of snow, but she still went. She waded through the
snow which was over 2 feet high now. I almost closed the door, just leaving
a crack so that I could see her return, and in the meantime the wind gusted
against it, trying to push it open. Pretty soon Solla came back in carrying
a large suitcase.

"Brrrrr is freezing out there," she said. "It's just not easing up at all."

"I told you not to go out. But give me your coat and let's get warm again.
So what's in the case?"

"Right sweetie, shall we go to your room and I'll show you, it will be
easier to try these on in your room." So upstairs we went with her lugging
the case which she dumped on my bed. She opened it and started sorting
through the many types of underwear inside.  She finally found a 34C bra, a
pink lacy bra lined with silk. "OK do you want to slip your bra off.?"

Again I hesitated but now she'd gone to all this trouble it would have been
churlish to say no. So I lifted off the t-shirt and unclipped the bra. She
took it from my hands and threw it into the corner. "You won't be needing
that ill-fitting thing any more!  Here, let's try this one on you." It was
strange standing there topless so I was glad to get the pink bra on. She
made me lean forward and pulled the cups onto my boobs and then fed my arms
in the thin straps. She fastened it behind me then adjusted the straps
until it felt comfortable.

"There, how does that feel?"

"Yes it feels great, much more comfortable. But I don't think it's exactly
suitable for school!" We both laughed and she shook her head.

"No, perhaps not, but I'll find something more suitable in a minute I'm
sure. Anyway you can have the pink one for when you go dating. Actually
there are some nice matching panties here somewhere. Oh yes here they are,
slip them on to make sure they fit."

"Um, OK I'll go in the bathroom and change." I didn't feel comfortable
about displaying my private parts.

"Oh don't be silly, we're all girls together, I won't look if you're shy!"
She started searching through the case again so I slipped off my jeans and
knickers behind her back and pulled on the pretty pink lacy pair. When she
heard the rustling stop she turned round and looked at them. "Oh yes, that
set looks so good on you. Have a look in the mirror." I looked in the long
mirror on my wardrobe and had to admit I looked so sexy in them. I saw her
reflection as she came and stood behind me. "See how much better your boobs
look in the right size bra, no bulging here." She ran her fingers down the
sides of the cups. "Or here." She ran the flat of her hand on the slopes of
my breasts.

She had another bra in her hand, a plain white cotton one and held them
across the front of me." This one will be good for school I think. Would
you like to try it?"

"Yes please, that's much better for school." She unclipped the pink bra and
slipped it off my arms and threw it on the bed. With her so close behind me
I was feeling strangely tingly like I was getting turned on. She seemed to
be having a good look at my naked tits in the mirror. "Is something wrong?"
I asked.

"Wrong? Oh no, just the opposite. I was just thinking how nice and firm
your breasts are.  Although they are quite big now they hardly sag at all
when you remove the bra. I sometimes think boobs are at their very best at
your age." Casually she ran her hands on them while she talked,
demonstrating how firm they were. I should have objected I suppose but
after all she was giving me some expensive clothing here and was probably
only looking from a professional point of view I reasoned. She then pushed
me a little forward and slipped the white bra cups on my boobs, and
adjusted the fitting very capably as you would expect.

With me still looking in the mirror she ran her hands round the edges of
the cups and asked "There how does that feel?"

"Great!" I said "It feels so comfy after my last bras."

"See? Solla knows about these things. These are only samples I have picked
up from manufacturers, next season's lines, so you are ahead of
fashion. You must still come into the shop and choose some more stuff but
you can keep these anyway."

"Wow, thanks very much Solla, they are lovely." She was now holding some
matching white panties.

"Here slip these on, they should fit OK but it's always worth checking. I
have 3 or 4 pairs of these you can have. Let's take those pink ones off."
Before I could say a word she had slipped her thumbs in the panties and
they were down my legs and off. I stepped out of them and she ran her
fingers on the inside of the crotch before throwing them on the bed with
the bra. "You are getting a bit damp, I'm sorry if I'm turning you on a bit
with all this. I'll get a tissue before you try those on."

She fetched a few tissues from my bedside table and came back to me. I held
my hand out but she just reached round to my pussy and wiped the tissue
between my legs. When she removed it I could see the wetness on the
tissue. "That's better." She said, "Don't want to make too much laundry."
My god, she seemed to feel she had access to all my body and I was not
saying a word. The truth is I was enjoying all this attention. I pulled on
the white cotton panties. They were cut quite high at the sides and were
quite a fine material and my dark bush was visible through them.

"They are lovely," I said, "but maybe not ideal for school, but it's OK I
have plenty of school knickers."

"OK my sweet; well let's get them off again before you get them wet too."
Again she had them off me so quickly before I could object, and then
unclipped the bra and that was gone too leaving me standing there
naked. The underclothes joined the others on the bed and she stood behind
me again. I know I should have put some clothes back on but it seemed we
were both enjoying looking at my body in the mirror and I wanted to see
what would happen now. Yes having a woman looking at my naked body was
having an unbelievably arousing affect on me. I looked at her face looking
over my shoulder and we smiled at each other, which we both knew was a
green light if she wanted to do more. By now I was so horny I really wanted
her to do more and she didn't disappoint.

She ran her hands round my waist and onto my tummy and I felt another surge
from my vagina and I pressed my legs together firmly. "You know, you are
truly gorgeous Nola, everything about you is amazing. Such perfect skin,
and just wonderful tits."  As she said that her hands moved up over both my
bare breasts, squeezing them gently and letting her fingers finish on my
nipples, pinching them softly and pulling them away from the areolas making
them grow even more. I seemed incapable of any movement or resistance and
my eyes were half closed with the pleasurable sensations. I was a little
disappointed when she let go of me and turned me round to face her.

"I'm so sorry Nola," she was saying, "I got carried away for a moment. I
don't normally do that to clients."

"Crikey Solla, it's OK I sort of liked it. I got carried away too."

"I'm glad you didn't mind, some girls would be really freaked by that. Is
it the first time you've been touched by another girl?"

"Well not quite; a friend and I cuddled a bit a few months ago. But it
didn't feel that good. I feel really horny." As if to emphasise that, a
string of secretions left my labia and trickled slowly down my inner
thigh. Without thinking I wiped the dribble with my fingers and Solla
noticed and when I looked up a bit guiltily she smiled.

"It's OK sweetie I would be doing the same if it wasn't for my panties.
Here, let me dry you." With the tissues still in her hand from before, she
reached under me, and I opened my legs a little to let her. She wiped the
outer labia and then opened them with her fingers of the other hand to wipe
the tissue along the vulva and around the opening to my cunt. I breathed
heavily with the intimate touch and looked up at her face, which was only
inches from mine and I could tell she was about to kiss me. At that moment
I wanted nothing more and put my hand around her hair and drew her head
towards mine, her lips onto mine.

Our lips made kissing sounds, 3, 4 times and then her mouth opened a little
and her tongue was licking between my lips. I parted my lips too and her
tongue entered me, moving against my tongue. At the same time her hand was
on my back pulling me against her, my breasts squashing against her bra
inside her top. A little voice in my head was pleading `What the hell are
you doing girl?' but the intense emotions were ignoring the voice of
reason. We kissed more and even deeper and our tongues were taking turns in
exploring the other's mouth.

My life, could she kiss! It was so much better than with Jenny and my knees
were quite literally weak with the feelings I was getting. In fact I felt
an orgasm building even before she returned her hand between my legs. As
she pressed her fingers into my clit hood it all became inevitable and I
held on tight to Solla as the contractions in my cunt washed delicious
waves of pleasure through me. She guided me to the bed and I collapsed down
against the case. She shut the lid and slid it onto the floor and collected
the underwear I had removed and put them on the case so that I could lay
back.

She stood there smiling at me as the mist lifted from my eyes. "My god
girl, that didn't take you long, you must have a hair trigger on that clit
of yours." We both laughed.

"That must be your doing then Solla, it's not happened before! And you
still have your clothes on. That's not fair!"

"Would you like me to change that?" she asked. I smiled and nodded. She
started to unbutton her top.

"But tell me Solla, you're married and yet you're behaving like you are
more into girls. I don't understand." She giggled and unclipped her sexy
bra.

"Well that's a long story. I've always been into girls really but when we
lived in Iceland it was a small community and there was little opportunity
for being with girls, in fact it was impossible. So I went along with what
the family expected of me and dated men and eventually married a guy who
had his own business. He decided to move to the UK with the business and I
happily came with him." She had pulled off her jeans and was standing there
in a satin thong. "It hasn't been much of marriage sexually, he's not
really demanding at all and is too wrapped up in his business but he is
well off and helped me financially to start the shop." She paused to slip
off the thong to reveal a bare mound, obviously waxed. "And finally, of
course I've been able to indulge my preference for girls, and there's no
shortage of opportunity in the shop."

Her figure was perfection, a flat tummy and long shapely legs. Her breasts
hung lower than mine although were about the same size. Her areolas were
small like mine so I guessed she hadn't had children. She knelt up on the
bed and flopped down beside me.  "Wow Solla you are beautiful."

"Thank you Nola, you are very lovely too. Are you sure you want to do this?
I really shouldn't be doing this with one so young. How old are you by the
way?"

"I'll be 15 this year and yes I am sure. I enjoyed my experience with
Jenny, the girl I told you about, but this is so much better. I'm pretty
sure I prefer girls too."

"Hmmm well don't make up your mind too early without trying boys out. Until
you have tried both you can't be really sure. Would you like to kiss me
some more?  You can stop any time you want if you are not comfortable with
anything. I hope you won't want to stop but I'll understand if you
do. Fourteen is very young and I feel a bit of a paedophile." I knew there
was no way I could stop now though. I had already gone as far as I had with
Jenny and I wanted to experience more and she knew it!

I turned to lay towards her and brought my lips slowly to hers. She half
turned to me and we were soon locked in a whole series of passionate
kisses. After having hit one orgasm I was still very aroused and I'd not
felt so much passion in a kiss before.  Her breasts looked soft and
inviting and my hand was soon feeling her left boob while we kissed. As I
ran my hand over her nipple and I could feel it erect and pressing against
my palm. She moaned softly into my mouth and she obviously liked what I was
doing. I stroked the nipple with my middle finger and thumb and it grew
even longer. I sat up a little to see what I was doing and she put her head
back into the pillow with her eyes closed.

The nipple seemed to be crying out to be kissed and I put my lips around
it, licking at it and squeezing the breast to bring it further to my
mouth. I didn't want to neglect her other tit and transferred my attention
to it, sucking and licking it to a similar state to the other. I put one
knee over her tummy so that I was straddling her and squeezed both nipples
with my hands. She sat up a little and looked at me with pleading eyes. "Oh
god, Nola that is so good. My pussy is desperate for some attention too, do
you feel up for it?"

"Oh yes, well up for it" I replied. I climbed back off her noticing some
wetness on her skin where my own pussy had been resting. I smeared this
over her lower abdomen with the palm of my hand and continued ever her
super-smooth mound sliding my middle finger over into the indentation
between her legs. My fingers found the bump of her clit beneath the loose
skin of its hood and ran my fingers around it a little.  Her eyes closed
again, her head once more fell back into the soft pillow and more moans
came from her lips. Her legs opened more and her outer labia parted. I
moved further down her so that I could see her pussy, and could also smell
the female aroma from her excitement.

Her inner lips were swollen and came apart as I ran my fingers into them.
Underneath it was warm and slippery with her juices. I remembered the
videos I had seen where the girls licked into the moist vulvas and pushed
their tongues deep in the vaginal entrance. I really fancied trying this as
I ran my finger towards the back and found her entrance. My fingers slipped
deep into it so easily. She was very wet inside and my fingers opened the
smooth walls of her cunt. When I removed them they were coated in her
juices and I decided to try the taste by licking the coating off the
fingers. I had expected a more pungent taste but was surprised to find
little taste and it was certainly not unpleasant.

I changed my position so that I was kneeling between her legs and opened
her lips fully with my fingers. I thought `Wow Jenny I wish you could see
me now.' Solla raised her legs right up with the anticipation of what I was
going to do and her entrance seemed to open up for me, glistening in her
secretions. I made my tongue stiff and brought it to her slipping into her
as far as I could reach. I ran it around the slippery walls then curled it
up to bring out as much of her juices as I could. I immediately spread the
love fluid along her red vulva right up to the clit. The little organ was
swollen with lust and was pushing out of the hood and I licked the
remaining wetness over and around it. Solla was moaning loudly words that I
couldn't understand.

She seemed to really like it when I put two fingers into her depths as I
licked and sucked her clit, and she started bucking when I fucked the
fingers in and out of her. It was pretty obvious even to a 14 year old that
she was climaxing, and the wetness trickling down my fingers and over my
wrist only confirmed this. Her bottom gradually rested back on the bed and
I was surprised at the wetness of the sheets there. Solla reached down and
held my head between her hands and pulled me up her body until I was laying
over her and she kissed me again and thanked me for being so good. I was
feeling horny again too after all the licking, and she must have read my
mind as she said "Now your turn my baby."

"Mmmm shall I lay down where you are?"

"No hun, what I'd like is if you squat down over my face and I'll give you
your first good pussy-licking. OK? And I want you to tell me when you are
about to cum so I can drink all your sweet juices straight from your
hole. I know you are a virgin and I won't change that I promise." With a
foot each side of her head I lowered myself towards her and she held my
hips. It was a delicious sensation as I felt her tongue probing through my
labia and then running her tongue up and down the slit from my pussy hole
to my clit and directly she started licking and sucking my clit I was in
heaven. Then when she brought a wet finger to my sensitive rear hole and
probed a little way in another orgasm seemed to build all around the top of
my legs.

Just in time I remembered her request and yelled out "Yeesss I'm gonna
cum!"

"OK let it go baby, drown me in your cum." I gripped the top of my
headboard and laid my forehead on it too as the climax hit even harder and
more intensely than before. I heard someone screaming and knew it must be
me but I seemed to be in another place full of flashing stars and a buzzing
in my ears. I was falling sideways and hands were supporting me laying me
down on warm sheets. I opened my eyes but a spinning sensation made me feel
nauseous so I closed them again.

Soft hands were on my forehead and I heard Solla's voice calling my name
and I opened my eyes again to see her smiling face near mine. "Are you OK
hun? You should have said you felt faint."

"Wow is that what happened? I don't really remember much apart from the
orgasm."

"Yes I noticed you had a little one!! Ho ho. Is your back OK? Let me have a
look."

"My back?"

"Yes you fell on your bedside table before I could stop you though I broke
your fall a little." She half turned me and looked at my back, rubbing her
hand on one place and for the first time I felt a hurting there. "I think
its OK just a little bruised. Lets get dressed and I'll fix us both a drink
downstairs, I think you've had enough sex for one day."

"No let's stay naked, there's no-one here but us, and I sometimes go naked
when I'm on my own here."

We padded out the room with arms around each other and stopped at the top
of the stairs to look out the window. The snow was maybe just a little
lighter now although still heavy and the wind was swirling the settled snow
into huge drifts against the house. It was a real Christmas card scene with
snow still falling hard and each branch and twig of the leafless trees was
balancing a ridge of white making it look really pretty.  It was an evening
when nobody in their right mind would be out driving or walking in the
Derbyshire Dales ... And this time nobody was!

THE END

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